The Heartline Special Songtext
von Dick Curless
The Heartline Special Songtext
I once knew a preacher
Who was tall, quiet, and lean
And on his hip, he wore a gun
Like none I′d ever seen
When challenged by a fast gun
He would beg him not to draw
Then the gun would leap into his hand
And fire, before he saw
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it's name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
His reputation spread around like the charge of a brigade
And it fell upon the ears of the artists of the trade
And fast gunslingers rode for miles and came in by the score
They were there to try to beat the man that killed the man that wore
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it′s name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
At night down on his bended knees with tears upon his face
He begged the Lord to send another man to take his place
When challenged by a gunman, his Bible he would kiss
And it seemed to guide the hand that held the gun that never missed
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it's name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
Who was tall, quiet, and lean
And on his hip, he wore a gun
Like none I′d ever seen
When challenged by a fast gun
He would beg him not to draw
Then the gun would leap into his hand
And fire, before he saw
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it's name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
His reputation spread around like the charge of a brigade
And it fell upon the ears of the artists of the trade
And fast gunslingers rode for miles and came in by the score
They were there to try to beat the man that killed the man that wore
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it′s name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
At night down on his bended knees with tears upon his face
He begged the Lord to send another man to take his place
When challenged by a gunman, his Bible he would kiss
And it seemed to guide the hand that held the gun that never missed
The Heartline Special
Ran true to it's name
The bullet was pushed forward by an orange streak of flame
And just before the death each man would get his just reward
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
And to this day, I think it was the right hand of the Lord
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