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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Amos and the Preacher
Freedom Ahn Chevalier
In a rusty old pick-up, he rides across the country
With a dollar tucked in his shoe, and a dream in his heart
His faithful companion is a dog called Amos Andy
Always there by his side, because the crowds no longer come
So Amos and the Preacher make camp for the night
With a small fire flaming, and the sun going down
Together they settle in for the night
Then from inside his jacket, he takes out an old family bible
Tattered, worn and falling apart
Many of the pages are missing, but he knows them all by heart
To the only one listening he says:
Dear Lord, let me speak, so they'll all understand, your Word
Help my Lord, to be heard, by each child,
Woman and man, in this world
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine bright,
And the crowds will come again
Just like they did...just like they did
Amos stares at his master, his eyes burdened with sleep
From too many years and too many miles
The Preacher assures his companion, that everything is fine
Wearily laying his head down to rest, to Amos he says good-night
The flames start to die and the stars begin to shine
With a bright sun the next morning, Amos stares up at his master
The Preacher's eyes closed now, forever in sleep
Then hand in hand with his Master, the Preacher calls to Amos
Then side by side with the Preacher,
They kneel at their master's feet
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