wild as a valkyrie winged.
I had no home to go home to.
My six gun was my only friend,
and a notchy's car was all he had.
Told of the lives I had took
Until the day a man came my way
And handed me a little black book
As I opened the pages to read them
My eyes fell over the words
For it told me that God had created
The heavens and all of this earth
And I laughed as I read forward
And said, fool would ever believe
That cares for a gunman like me?
Now one night in a quiet little village
Not far from the real ground
I came face to face with a coward
A gunman with a lightning -fast hand
And before my six -gun cleared eleven,
a bullet sped towards its mark.
But the little black book I took for a line stopped
the bullet that was aimed at my heart.
And it was there I begged his forgiveness,
reached up and unbuckled my gun.
And it seems I heard God whisper,
Welcome home, my prodigal son.
Welcome home, my prodigal son.
