Angel And The Badman

There was a man whose deeds were dark as night

And quite by chance he rode into the light

A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run

Livin' by his wits and by his gun

He met a girl like none he'd ever known

She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn

And, so, he laid his gun down and set his spirit free

Began livin' in respectability

But his old ways of thinkin' wouldn't die

Could not forget the old creed he lived by

And the good and bad and the right and wrong kept fightin' for his soul

Till his heart and mind both went out of control

But now the old saloon had lost its spell

What once was laughter now was livin' hell

And the hookers, guns and drinkin' in his life were out of place

And in his mind he saw an Angel's face

So, he burned all his bridges in a day

And the Devil deeds were done and laid away

And he rode out a better man than when he first rode in

And the Angel got the Badman in the end