Marty Robbins - The masters call

^EbWhen I was but a young man I was ^Cmwild and full of fire ^EbA youth within my teens, but full of ^Cmchallenge and desire ^EbI ran away from home and left my ^Cmmother and my dad I ^Abknow it grieved them s^Bbo to think their ^Cmonly boy was bad.

I ^Ebfell in with an outlaw band, their n^Cmames were known quite well How ^Ebmany times we robbed and plundered, I ^Cmcould never tell This ^Ebkind of sinful living ^Cmleads only to a fall I l^Abearned that much and ^Bbmore the night I ^Cmheard my Master call.

^AbOne night we rustled ^Ebcattle, a tho^Abusand head or s^Ebo ^AbAnd started them out o^Ebn the trail that le^Cmads to Mexico But a ^Abnorther started blow^Bbing and l^Ebightning flashed abo^Bbut I though^Ebt someone was ^Abcalling me, I ^Ebthought I heard a sh^Ebout.

^EbThen at that moment lightning st^Gruck not twenty yards fro^Gmm me And l^Abeft there was a giant cross where once t^Ebhere was a tree And this time I knew I heard a voice, a vo^Fmice so sweet and strange A voice that c^Ebame from everywhere, a v^Cmoice that called my name.

^EbSo frightened I was thinking of s^Cminful deeds I'd done ^EbI failed to see the thousand head of ca^Cmttle start to run ^EbThe cattle they stampeded, were runn^Cming all around ^AbMy pony ran but ^Bbstumbled and it t^Cmhrew me to the ground.

^AbI felt the end was ^Ebnear, that d^Abeath would be the ^Ebprice ^AbWhen a mighty bolt of l^Ebightning showed the f^Cmace of Jesus Christ ^AbAnd I cried oh Lord f^Bborgive me, don't ^Eblet it happen ^Bbnow ^BbI want to live for you ^Ebalone, Oh God these words I ^Ebvow.

^EbMy wicked past unfolded, I t^Ghought of wasted y^Gears When a^Abnother bolt of lightning killed a hun^Ebdred head of steers And the ot^Cmhers rushed on by me and I was l^Fmeft to live The M^Ebaster had a reason, life is ^Cmhis to take or give.

A m^Ebiracle performed that night, I wasn't ^Cmmeant to die The ^Ebdead ones formed a barricade least ^Cmsix or seven high And r^Ebight behind it there was I, a^Cmfraid but safe and sound I c^Abried and begged for ^Bbmercy kneeling t^Cmhere upon the ground.

A ^Ebpardon I was granted, my ^Cmsinful soul set free No ^Ebmore to fear the angry waves upon ^Cmlife's stormy sea For^Ebgiven by the love of God, a l^Cmove that will remain I ^Abgave my life and ^Bbsoul the night the ^CmSaviour ^Cm7called my ^Cmname..