Lyrics: Hymn 43

Oh father high in heaven smile down upon your son
Whose busy with his money games his women and his gun
And the unsung Western Hero killed an Indian or three
And made his name in Hollywood to set the white man free
If Jesus saves, well he'd better save himself
From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody He could hardly roll his stone