willie nelson
time of the preacher
It was a time of the preacher  When the story began Of the choice of a lady  And the love of a man How he loved her so dearly  He went out of his mind When she left him for someone  That she'd left behind And he cried like a baby  And he screamed like a panther  In the middle of the night And he saddled his pony  And he went for a ride It was a time of the preacher  In the year of O-one Now the preachin' is over  And the lesson's begun