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down his hand for me

When the Savior reached down for me
When he reached down his hand for me
I was lost and undone without God or his Son
When he
(When he reached down his hand for me)
Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way I was wretched and vile as could be
But my Saviour in love gave
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man

Fair Mexican maidens
He Reached Down

by Iris Dement


(Verse 1)

A certain man one day did go down to Jericho

Fallin? among thieves along the way

Well they stripped
aces he did hold
But I laid down the royal flush and reached to claim my gold

The cowboy stood and faced me, his hands hung on his hips
A look
of mind
I couldn't find in Rocketown
And when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness

What was his mission
Where was he going
Why was
chance was his own 44.
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In the old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
of mind
I couldn't find in Rocketown
And when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness

What was his mission
Where was he going
Why was
chance was his own forty-four
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
'Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
In the year of the famine when starvation
And black death raged across the land
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sail for the Americas
didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down empty
didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down
a peace of mind
I couldn't find in Rockettown
and when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness

[Chorus]

He said it's in the heart
This
chance was his own forty-four.
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
'Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down
didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down
pumpin gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over
pumpin gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's
history 

It was long ago 
In a foreign land 
When the Lord looked down 
Said to make a stand 
So He sent His son 
And said, 'through him you'll know
pumpin gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over
history 

It was long ago 
In a foreign land 
When the Lord looked down 
Said to make a stand 
So He sent His son 
And said, 'through him you'll know
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"

The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
and kissed her gently and then turned around to go
Said I'd send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico

I had barely left the saddle and my foot just
Get a little dirt on your hands

Well, I reached twenty-one
And I thought I was a pretty big wheel
I left the country for the city
Met a slicker