Ben Nichols - Tobin lyrics

I done some preachin' back in Texas before the war Now I hunt heathens 'cause it pays better than the Lord I ride with Demons, The Devil at my side Be it us or the heathens, we must all pay a heavy price I've seen The hoof prints cloven in the stone Now tell me what kind of devil Trod there long ago With a sack of sinners souls There must be a place Where this world and grace Are made to meet Judge Holden is the Devil and his Hell this Mexico If Apache don't k** us, Judge Holden will for sure Holden's more preacher than I ever was before He preaches of reason, he preaches of war I've seen The hoof prints cloven in the stone Now tell me what kind of devil Trod there long ago With a sack of sinners souls There must be a place Where this world and grace Are made to meet He says this life's a game Let's play for larger stakes Well wait and see