Angel And The Badman - Johnny Cash

There was a man whose deeds were dark as night

And quite by chance he rode into the light

A man, wild as a dust devil with no place to run

Living by his wits and by his gun

He met a girl like none he’d ever known

She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn

And, so, he laid his gun down and set his spirit free

Began living in respectability

But his old ways of thinking wouldn’t die

Could not forget the old creed he lived by

And the good and bad and the right and wrong kept fighting for his soul

'Til his heart and mind both went out of control

But now the old saloon had lost its spell

What once was laughter now was living hell

And the hookers, guns and drinking in his life were out of place

And in his mind he saw an Angel’s face

So, he burned all his bridges in a day

And the Devil deeds were done and laid away

And he rode out a better man than when he first rode in

And the Angel got the Badman in the end