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Ben Nichols - Tobin Lyrics

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  • 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

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