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[Verse 1]
D            C             G                   
I done some preachin' back in Texas before the war
D            C              G                     
Now I hunt heathens cause it pays better than the Lord
D            C          G           
I ride with Demons, The Devil at my side
D               C            G                    
Be it us or the heathens, we must all pay a heavy price

[Chorus]
Em
I've seen
G              D              G
The hoof prints cloven in the stone
Em          G
Now tell me what kind of devil
D        C          G
Trod there long ago
        D            C              G            D
With a sack of sinners souls
      
           C
There must be a place
           G
Where this world and grace

Are made to meet

[Verse 2]
D                   C             G          
Judge Holden is the Devil and his Hell this Mexico
D                 C         G                   
If Apache don't kill us, Judge Holden will for sure
D             C               G             
Holden's more preacher than I ever was before
D              C           G          
He preaches of reason, he preaches of war

[Chorus]
Em
I've seen
G              D              G
The hoof prints cloven in the stone
Em          G
Now tell me what kind of devil
D        C          G
Trod there long ago
        D            C              G            D
With a sack of sinners souls

           C
There must be a place
           G
Where this world and grace

Are made to meet

[Outro]
C
He says this life's a game
      G
Let's play for larger stakes

Well wait and see

Em
I've seen
G              D              G
The hoof prints cloven in the stone
Em          G
Now tell me what kind of devil
D        C          G
Trod there long ago
        D            C              G            D
With a sack of sinners souls

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