The Heartline Special

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