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THE PREACHER'S SON

Contributed by chrisdavid on Monday, 23rd August 2010 @ 12:54:34 AM in AEST
Topic: fictional

I've travelled half way across the land
To the state of Mexico
I'm looking for someone who's killed seven men
An outlaw called Joe
I'll hunt him down and I will find him
If it's the last thing that I do
I've got a gun with just three bullets
That's enough to see me through

This town sure looks scared
This man has caused so much pain
Just seeing all the faces around here
They look at me
As I look back at them
They know an end is near

I walk inside the saloon
I buy a drink
And ask about the outlaw called Joe
His father is a man of God
His son's never harmed a living soul
But that was a long time ago

I doubt he's hiding in this dusty town
In the morning I'll check the hills
He must be stopped real soon
Before again he kills
I lay on my bed that night
With this man on my mind
Tomorrow, I'm sure, will be the day
This gunman I will find

I'm looking for the preacher's son
I know he's a wanted man
He's on the run
So I hope you'll understand
Tell me where?
Where should I be looking?
For the preacher's son

I find his horse and follow it's trail
Along a mountain top
Suddenly we are face to face
And I fire a gunshot
I've done my job so I'll head on back
This town I have saved
I'll leave poor Joe to the folk that find him
I doubt they'll dig his grave

Copyright © chrisdavid ... [ 2010-08-23 00:54:34]
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Re: THE PREACHER'S SON (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 23rd August 2010 @ 06:25:17 AM AEST
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A nicely put together piece. I'm never much of a fan of happy endings though. I would rather the outlaw went around killing everybody in the town until he got to the hero...

The hero shoots...the outlaw shoots...and they both die!

-Phil

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