Tobin Lyrics - The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols

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