deadman
the ballad of padre miguel
I can't sleep tonight, till my story is told I don't know how to let the story unfold I'm a man of the cloth, and my conscience is bad; I've got a gift for the cards and making men mad, And running for life  The hot desert sun, can make a man mean And the dignity lost, seldom is seen At the El Paso Cross, I was sent there to preach My innocence lost, and fell out of my reach And out of my site  Well the "holiest" things are so hard to teach Like the "holiest" men are so hard to reach, Well I gave the kiss that betrayed the King And that was my face at Gethesemene Oh God forgive me.  