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
Living 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 living in respectability
But his old ways of thinking wouldn’t die
Could not forget the old creed he lived by
And the good and bad and the right and wrong kept fighting for his soul
'Til his heart and mind both went out of control
But now the old saloon had lost its spell
What once was laughter now was living hell
And the hookers, guns and drinking 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