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 kill 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