I can still recall the day
my Uncle Chester caught religion.
The Reverend took him swimming
and the devil must have drowned.
Uncle Chester, he was big,
he was mean and even vicious,
but he didn't stand a chance
against the lawman Reverend Brown.
The lawman, Reverend Brown,
was the sheriff of Pitkin County.
His hair was long and black
like the dusty suit he wore.
And in the pockets of his coat
were the tools of his professions,
a tattered old black Bible
And all across the mountain
you could hear the children singing
About the peace down in the valley
like there never was before
The reverend had a special way
for healing wicked sinners
He only had to shoot a few
I don't know where he came from
but I do know where he's gone
He's gone to meet his maker
and to guard the master's throne
And to keep a home fire burning
for the ones lost in the night
The kind of fire he lit in me
And all across the mountain
you could hear the children singing
About the peace down in the valley
like there never was before
The reverend had a special way
for healin' wicked sinners
He only had to shoot a few
The lawman helped the reverend
when he taught the old -time gospel
It was heaven, it was prison,
you could hear the children singing
About the peace down in the valley
like there never was before
The reverend had a special way
He only had to shoot a few
