Marty Robbins - The masters call

^CWhen I was but a young man I was w^Amild and full of fire A ^Cyouth within my teens, but fu^Amll of challenge and desire I ^Cran away from home and left my m^Amother and my dad I ^Fknow it grieved them ^Gso to think their ^Amonly boy was bad

I ^Cfell in with an outlaw band, their ^Amnames were known quite well How ^Cmany times we robbed and plundered, ^AmI could never tell Thi^Cs kind of sinful living leads ^Amonly to a fall I ^Flearned that much and ^Gmore the night I h^Ameard my Master call

^FOne night we rustled ^Ccattle, a ^Fthousand head or s^Co And ^Fstarted them out ^Con the trail that ^Amleads to Mexico When a ^Fnorther started ^Gblowing, and ^Clightning flashed ^Fabout I ^Cthought someone was ^Fcalling me, I ^Gthought I heard a ^Cshout

^CThen at that moment lightning struck not ^Emtwenty yards from me And ^Fleft there was a giant cross where ^Conce there was a tree And ^Amthis time I knew I heard a voice, ^Dma voice so sweet and strange A v^Emoice that came from everywhere, a v^Amoice that called my name

^CSo frightened I was thinking of ^Amsinful deeds I'd done I ^Cfailed to see the thousand head of ^Amcattle start to run The c^Cattle they stampeded, were ^Amrunning all around My ^Fpony ran but s^Gtumbled and it ^Amthrew me to the ground

I ^Ffelt the end was ^Cnear, that ^Fdeath would be the p^Crice When a ^Fmighty bolt of ^Clightning showed the ^Amface of Jesus Christ And I ^Fcried oh Lord for^Ggive me, don't l^Cet it happen n^Fow I ^Cwant to live for ^Fyou alone, Oh G^God these words I v^Cow

My ^Cwicked past unfolded, I t^Emhought of wasted years When an^Fother bolt of lightning killed a h^Cundred head of steers And the o^Amthers rushed on by me and I ^Dmwas left to live The M^Emaster had a reason, ^Amlife is his to take or give

A ^Cmiracle performed that night, I ^Amwasn't meant to die The^C dead ones formed a barricade least s^Amix or seven high And ^Cright behind it there was I, afr^Amaid but safe and sound I cr^Fied and begged for m^Gercy kneeling t^Amhere upon the ground

A ^Cpardon I was granted, my s^Aminful soul set free No ^Cmore to fear the angry waves upon ^Amlife's stormy sea Fo^Crgiven by the love of God, a l^Amove that will remain I g^Fave my life and s^Goul the night the S^Amaviour called my name...