Sermon On The Mount

A cowboy don’t have much chance to hear a preacher speak
A heard of cows need tending seven days a week
But everyone that knew him knew when Sunday morning came
He’d be up and saddled first in sunshine or in rain

The plains were his cathedral, the saddle his pulpit
His-congregationd cowboys with pistols on their hips
With reigns and bible in his hand us cowboys gathered round
To-have morning coffee while he preached his sermon on the mount

He-said the trail is here in Matthew spelled out in black and white
Stay on that straight and narrow till you make that final ride
The-devil’s gonna tempt you but always stand your ground
We started every Sunday with his sermon on the mount

He-said I rode - with the devil-down a long and crooked trail
I watched my best friend die and ride right through the gates of hell
I knew his soul was lost cause he had never seen the light
It-was either change my way or follow right behind

Then one night something spooked the cattle while he stood is guard
In a flash of lightning we saw him riding hard
And if he hadn’t turned the heard - we’d have been run down
The way he lived, the way he died turned all our lives around

He said the trail is here in Matthew spelled out in black and white
Stay on that straight and narrow till you make that final ride
The devil’s gonna tempt you but always stand your ground
We started every Sunday with his sermon on the mount

I’ll always remember that sermon on the mount