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I done some preachin' back in Texas before the war Now I hunt heathens 'cause it pays better than the LordI ride with Demons, The Devil at my sideBe it us or the heathens, we must all pay a heavy priceI've seen The hoof prints cloven in the stone Now tell me what kind of devilTrod there long ago With a sack of sinners soulsThere must be a place Where this world and grace Are made to meetJudge Holden is the Devil and his Hell this Mexico If Apache don't kill us, Judge Holden will for sure Holden's more preacher than I ever was beforeHe preaches of reason, he preaches of warI'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 soulsSongtexteThere must be a place Where this world and grace Are made to meetHe says this life's a game Let's play for larger stakes Well wait and see Aus Songtexte Mania