But he could not forgive her
Though he tried and tried and tried
And the halls of his memories
Still echo her lies
He cried like a baby
He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night
And he saddled his pony
And he went for a ride
It's the time of the preacher in the year of O one
Now the lesson is over and the killin's begun
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