Clement Brown, Jr.

Well, the storm it was a rolling
Rolling through the town
And with no one there to notice
Stood little Clement Brown

Well, the lightning lit his brown eyes
and the rain dripped from his face
And his boots made size 5 imprints
on his father's muddy grave

Oh lord, won't you help him
Bring justice to his name
And kill the man who done this
The dreaded Parson Payne

Well, the storm was still a stormin
Out on beggars road
With the nearby churchbells tollin
His father's gun he'd load

One ring was for courage
Two for Clement's fate
And the third, it must've been strength
For he finally moved his legs

Oh lord, won't you guide him
And see him through this day
For no man here would dare face
The dreaded Parson Payne

Well the parson he was seated
On his crooked wooden chair
While his henchmen were feasting & dodging
his mean & crooked stare

Well, the wine was cruelly doled out
As his hand came crushing down
And he cheered the job they done when they
slung up that sinner Clement Brown

So, the Parson stumbled outside
Not knowing that his fate
Was to see his life torn from him
While pissin in the rain

Well, the storm it was exploding
As we reach the final dance
Where Clement bests the Parson
before the thief could strap up his pants

One Shot was for courage
Two for Clements fate
And the third it was on target
For life left the Parson's legs

Oh lord, won't you help him
Find closure on this day
When Clement closed the good book
On the late Parson Payne