The Preacher(Chords)

	        
 
Intro:    Em          C   D    (2X) 
 
       E--0----0-------------        (Feel your way through this part) 
       A---0h2--0h2---3------ 
       D--------------2---0-- 
       G---------------0--2-- 
       B----------------1--3- 
       e------0----0----0--0- 
 
             Em 
             The cold wind blew the preacher grieved 
                C 
             He said they're comin' after me 
               D                               Em 
             I ain't exactly what I seem to be 
 
             Em 
             He pulled his pistol from his side 
             C 
             Pointed it at me and cried 
                 D                                Em 
             And then he laid a bullet deep in my chest 
 
             Em 
             He stood still revealin' the story 
             C 
             That I knew was true before 
                 D                       Em 
             And now because of it I lay dying 
 
             Em 
             He claimed to run with Jesse James, 
             C 
             William Bonnie, and they all the same 
              D                                    Em 
             I ain't no preacher man I was born of fire 
 
Pre Chorus:  A                             G*     Em   F#* 
             Hey can't you hear that train coming now 
             A                                    G*    Em 
             Rollin' fast down the tracks to hell their bound 
 
Chorus:      C        D         G  F#* Em 
             Well I'm in over my head again 
             C            D              Em 
             I hear those pistols layin' down 
                 C      D          G       F#*   Em 
             And I have takin' the lives of many men 
             C       D              Em 
             Now the angel's comin' down 
                        C          D             Em 
             I said the Angel of Death is coming down 
 
             Em 
             Well up in the horizon 
             C 
             Laid the red sun beatin' cold and dying 
                 D                                         Em 
             And taking with it all the lives the preacher stole 
 
             Em 
             Well you see the preacher is not real 
               C 
             He clench his fists of rage and steal 
                 D                               Em 
             And spit the fires of Satan at your soul 
 
             Em 
             He beat the path to Heaven's door 
                C 
             The angels said they'd take no more 
             D                                Em 
             Now he walks the Earth forever lone 
 
             Em 
             And on the stone that marked his death 
                 C 
             When he did finally lay to rest 
             D                               Em 
             Were the lonely words 'I'm going home' 

	        

Written by Cory Morrow