There was a man whose deeds were dark as night, and quite by chance he rode into the light.A man wild as a dust devil, with no place to run, living by his wits and by his gun.He met a girl like none he had ever known, she cared not for the wild oats he had sown.And so he laid his gun down and set his spirit free, began living in respect.But his old ways of thinking wouldn't die, could not forget the old creed of life.And the good and bad and the right and wrong kept fighting for his soul, till his heart and mind both went out of control.But now the old saloon had lost its spell, what once was laughter now was living hell.And the hooker's guns and drinking in his life were out of place.And in his mind he saw an angel's face.So he burned all his bridges in a day.And the devil's deeds were done and laid away.And he rode out a better man than when he first rode in.And the angel got the bad man in the end.And the devil's deeds were done and laid away.And the devil's deeds were done and laid away.