Tobin - Ben Nichols.lrc

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[00:08.42]I done some preaching back in Texas before the war
[00:15.96]Now I hunt heathens cause it pays better than the Lord
[00:23.40]I ride with Demons the Devil at my side
[00:30.57]Be it us or the heathens we must all pay a heavy price
[00:38.29]I've seen
[00:40.49]The hoof prints cloven in the stone
[00:45.80]Now tell me what kind of devil trod there long ago
[00:52.40]With a sack of sinners souls
[00:59.98]There must be a place
[01:03.79]Where this world and grace
[01:07.67]Are made to meet
[01:08.83]
[01:12.76]Judge Holden is the Devil and his Hell this Mexico
[01:20.65]If Apache don't kill us Judge Holden will for sure
[01:28.00]Holden's more preacher than I ever was before
[01:35.70]He preaches of reason he preaches of war
[01:43.44]I've seen
[01:45.65]The hoof prints cloven in the stone
[01:51.01]Now tell me what kind of devil
[01:54.22]Trod there long ago
[01:57.59]With a sack of sinners souls
[02:00.60]
[02:05.23]There must be a place
[02:09.06]Where this world and grace
[02:12.97]Are made to meet
[02:13.96]
[02:20.47]He says this life's a game
[02:23.96]Let's play for larger stakes
[02:28.03]Well wait and see
[02:29.31]
[02:33.36]I've seen
[02:35.74]The hoof prints cloven in the stone
[02:41.05]Now tell me what kind of devil
[02:44.10]Trod there long ago
[02:47.61]With a sack of sinners souls
[02:50.93]
文本歌词
I done some preaching 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
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