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Step out the way, for Iâm coming through
By now donât you know who I am
Now, buy me a drink, and weâll get on o.k.
Ah the saints and your conscience be damned
Now big Tom Mathine, was known around town,
As a bully, and a prick through and through
Heâd take what he wants, and when he wanted more
Youâd pray, he didnât want it from you
With fists hard as rock, and a temper like fire
And a mean streak two mile wide
Yeah, heâd sit at the bar, and drink til heâs pissed
Every night, youâd hear the man cry
Then one night a man came rolling to town
Was a preacher, but he still liked to drink
He stepped into the bar, and he sat himself down
With a glass of whiskey to think
From back of the room, there came a loud crash
Tom had knocked that old cop off his chair
He called out, Hey preacher! Sunday schoolâs down the street
So piss off, youâre not welcome in here
Well the preacher stood up
Said, Iâve one thing to say
Jesus loves you, as he loves all of us
But, Iâm just a man, and a sinner to boot
So Ill laugh as Iâm kicking your ass
Well, the preacher swung twice
Tom fell to the ground
He was crying, with blood on his face
And the preacher made the sign of the cross with his glass
Said, Youâre forgiven, now get out of my place!