I done some preachin’ back in Texas before the warnNow I hunt heathens ‘cause it pays better than the LordnI ride with Demons, The Devil at my sidenBe it us or the heathens, we must all pay a heavy pricennI’ve seennThe hoof printsnCloven in the stonenNow tell menWhat kind of devilnTrod there long agonWith a sack of sinners soulsnnThere must be a placenWhere this world and gracenAre made to meetnnJudge Holden is the Devil and his Hell this MexiconIf Apache don’t kill us, Judge Holden will for surenHolden’s more preacher than I ever was beforenHe preaches of reason, he preaches of warnnI’ve seennThe hoof printsnCloven in the stonenNow tell menWhat kind of devilnTrod there long agonWith a sack of sinners soulsnnThere must be a placenWhere this world and gracenAre made to meetnnHe says this life’s a gamenLet’s play for larger stakesnWell wait and seennI’ve seennThe hoof printsnCloven in the stonenNow tell menWhat kind of devilnTrod there long agonWith a sack of sinners souls