I can still recall the day my uncle Chester caught religion   The reverend took him swimmin' and the devil must have drown   Uncle Chester he was big mean and even vicious   But he didn't stand a chance against the lawman Reverend Brown   The lawman Reverend Brown was the sheriff of Pitman County   His hair was long and black like the dusty suit he wore   In the pockets of his coat were the tools of his profession   A tattered old black bible and a loaded 44   And all across the mountain you could hear the children singin'   Bout the peace down in the valley like there never was before   The reverend had a special way of healin' wicked sinners   He only had to shoot a few to save a whole lot more      I don't know where he came from but I do know where he gone   He's gone to meet his maker and to guard the masters thrown   And to keep a home fire burnin' for the ones lost in the night   The kind of fire he lit in me to help me see the light   And all across the mountain...