“Preacher or a gunman”

The first 4 lines comes from a movie with Glenn Ford in it. That may be the title. I forgot, it’s bad ass lines

You have to choose
a preacher, or a gunman
Heaven or hell
You can’t be both 
Four long years
In a different world
Where one man can break all the rules

One step is enough for me
One step is all I need

I’ve seen a man from a different view
 when he does what he hast to do
To be assured
That he’ll come through
That’s when you have to choose

One step is all I need
One step is all I please

 this or that
You know it’s old hat
That’s when there is no turning back
That’s when you lose all your fear
But that’s when Trouble is near

One step is all I need one step is all I please FLP



here is the fear

You start with a dream or two
I’ve looked at it that a way
She gave the gift of love now way beyond this girls means
way beyond this girls means 
She has seen all I had to give and it ain’t worth to much 
I used to wonder why men became foods
over someone they love
over someone they love 

Expectations have gotten so low
it’s neither drips or is seen
And on the sidewalk of life
I’ve known
it ain’t all that seems and-it ain’t all that it seems
There’s no way out of love my friend
And well, there’s no way back in 
There’s no way in here my dear
And it ain’t over there
No, it ain’t over there

 when I was there, my love,
 well, I wanted to be here
 well, here is the fear 
Now, here is the fear
Now, here is the fear

I ran into love, one day
 like a bandit on the run 
Like a belair cowboy yeah too long on the con
Too long on the run
 i’ve been here way too long
It’s time I should clear
Now, here is the fear
Here is the fear
Now, here is the fear

you start with a dream or three 
 then you fall in love
then you fall in love


The old one

I’ve become the old one
In the memory of being young no
I’ve wondered low
And I’ve wandered so high
 I’ve wondered whether to reason why

These things I’ve done
They were some fun 
These things I’ve done
Could make you run now
 the things I’ve done
Could make your shun yeah
I have become the old one
I have become the old one

in the memory of being so young now
And I know I pay my way
And I know what’s here stays 
Still I wonder in the clear blue light yeah
 and I wonder if I’ve done right
And I wonder about the wrong I’ve done
And I wonder if I belong you know
I still feel so alone, my friends
Even though I’ve raised five children
 even though I’ve raised five children
well
I never wondered about my mom no
Or the love, where it came from 
 it was true, and it was sweet
And she made me most complete
 well, now, a mother’s love
for her son
shallnever be undone 
 no until the day this old one dies
Well, only then 
The children may cry
Maybe then the children will try
 hopefully then to carry on
Until the day they are the old one