Peace Loving Gentleman
Writen by Pat Hornie and Chuck Trisko

Misletoe at Christmas, a hanger in your hand.
A white dove brings a message, but you chase him from your land.
Good tithings to your brother, all the words that issue forth,
but the icy wind that speaks is like a cold wind from the north.

And he's a peace loving gentlemen, he owns a fancy store,
selling mail-order weapons, and the articles of war.

Good morning father Brady, said the gentleman one day.
I've tried to put to practice, all the things you used to say.
Yes vertue is rewarding, I have found that out at last,
and at night I sleep much better, than I've slept nights in the past.

And he's a peace loving gentleman, with riches by the store.
Giving nickels to the beggers,
nothing else, and nothing more.

Dear god why are we gathered here with company so mixed?
The whole world is tipping over and I fear it can't be fixed.
There's brother shooting brother with the gun he stole from dad.
There is nothing in this world but the love we used to have.

And he's a peace loving gentleman,
and years before my time,
and I'm lost between the verses,
like a poem and it's rhyme