Story of Tom Mathine

Step out the way, for I'm coming through
By now don't you know who I am
Now, buy me a drink, and we'll 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
He'd take what he wants, and when he wanted more
You'd pray, he didn't want it from you

With fists hard as rock, and a temper like fire
And a mean streak two mile wide
Yeah, he'd sit at the bar, and drink til he's pissed
Every night, you'd 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 school's down the street
So piss off, you're not welcome in here

Well the preacher stood up
Said, I've one thing to say
Jesus loves you, as he loves all of us
But, I'm just a man, and a sinner to boot
So Ill laugh as I'm 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, You're forgiven, now get out of my place!