ThomasRedheart

<p>🤠<strong> The Cowboy and the Preacher </strong>✝️</p><p><strong>Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>©COPYRIGHT 11–8-2025 All Rights Reserved ©</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 1)</strong></p><p><strong>Sunrise painted the dusty sky, same shade as the worn-out jeans I buy</strong></p><p><strong>Down at the river, where the willows weep, I was runnin' from promises I couldn't keep</strong></p><p><strong>My heart was a wild horse, hard to break, every choice was a bitter mistake</strong></p><p><strong>Been ridin' that fence 'tween the wrong and the right, livin' in shadow, yearnin' for light.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)</strong></p><p><strong>'Til the Cowboy and the Preacher met that day, one with a lasso, one learned to pray.</strong></p><p><strong>One wore the leather, the other the cloth, both understood what it means to be lost.</strong></p><p><strong>He spoke of a shepherd and a flock gone astray, I just nodded and said, "Sir, I don't know the way."</strong></p><p><strong>But the good word he planted, took root in the dust, showed this old cowboy who to finally trust.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 2)</strong></p><p><strong>He didn't condemn my whiskey breath, or the reckless way I stared down death.</strong></p><p><strong>He just talked about grace, like a cool desert rain, washin' away the rust and the pain.</strong></p><p><strong>Said the (Lord's ranch is big, with room for us all, even the prodigal sons who stumble and fall.</strong></p><p><strong>He didn't quote fire, he spoke of the cross, of the ultimate gain that followed the loss.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)</strong></p><p><strong>'Til the Cowboy and the Preacher met that day, one with a lasso, one learned to pray.</strong></p><p><strong>One wore the leather, the other the cloth, both understood what it means to be lost.</strong></p><p><strong>He spoke of a shepherd and a flock gone astray, I just nodded and said, "Sir, I don't know the way."</strong></p><p><strong>But the good word he planted, took root in the dust, showed this old cowboy who to finally trust.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Bridge)</strong></p><p><strong>He didn't need fancy churches made of stone, he said the true temple is where your heart is known.</strong></p><p><strong>He said repentance ain't a brand on the hide, it's turnin' your horse 'round, and leavin' your sin behind.</strong></p><p><strong>(Guitar Solo - simple, acoustic, and melancholic, using the chord progression from the verse: Am-G-C-F)</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 3)</strong></p><p><strong>Now I still ride the range, still wear the spurs, but the spirit within me ain't tangled by slurs.</strong></p><p><strong>I pray 'fore I cinch, I thank the Good Lord, for the simple salvation his mercy afforded.</strong></p><p><strong>The preacher moved on, to the next lonely soul, but his message completed what made me feel whole.</strong></p><p><strong>And the stars shine brighter above my old hat, since the day I learned where my true treasure's at.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Outro)</strong></p><p><strong>Oh, the Cowboy and the Preacher, a story of faith,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Walkin' that narrow road, cheatin' the wraith.</strong></p><p><strong>Showed this old cowboy who to finally trust...&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>In the Lord's dust.</strong></p>