Lucero Lyrics Tobin Lyrics    Click Here to Bookmark    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 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    Click Here to Bookmark    Back to: Lucero Lyrics

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