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THIS STRANGE LITTLE TOWN
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THE COWBOY AND THE PARSON
Knowing not where he was bound
the parson stepped off the coach
in this strange little town.
Slowly, the hotel, he did approach.
The parson stepped off the coach
and grabbed his ragged old bag.
Slowly, the hotel, he did approach.
He walked in a pattern of zig-zag.
He grabbed his ragged old bag.
And tryng to avoid the puddles
He walked in a pattern of zig-zag.
This, my mind befuddles.
Tryng to avoid the puddles
he couldn't help but think
This, my mind befuddles,
they'd maintain the street, you'd think.
he couldn't help but think
about puddles of sin upon one's heart.
they'd maintain their heart, you'd think.
Oh of the my next sermon, this shall be a part.
About puddles of sin upon one's heart
I must be sure to tell them of the One
in my next sermon, there shall be a part
where I say cleansing comes from God's Son.
I must be sure to tell them of the One
who gave His life upon a ruggen cross.
I must say cleansing comes from God's Son.
But where I'll next preach, I'm at a loss.
Jesus gave His life upon a ruggen cross
and to come west, He did command me.
But where I'll next preach, I'm at a loss.
His plan, I do not yet fully see.
“To come west, He did command me,”
he heard himself tell the hotel clerk,
“His plan, I do not yet fully see.”
The clerk, also a deacon, lay aside his work.
He heard himself tell the hotel clerk
of his journey to find his calling.
The clerk, also a deacon, lay aside his work
and began sobbing, outright bawling.
“This journey to find your calling
may have just ended, for a whole year”
he exclaimed, sobbing, outright bawling,
“we've been without a preacher.”
Thus after traveling for a year
he found where he was bound.
It was oh so suddenly clear
his new home was this strange little town.
