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Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best.
Sing your Sacred Harp, you be holier than the
rest.
Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song
Let it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on
the lawn.
Shout, shout your praises to the man who kissed
the Lord
To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of
this world, your Judas!
Yea, though you may walk in the valley in the dark
There's no greater evil than the darkness in your
heart with your stun guns
Bloodhounds, needle and your razor wire
Your nylon shackle whipping post and your high
tech burning tire, your Judas!
Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms
and although you bound his feet
He running fast he running hard
Through them crickets in the corn and them horses
in the field.
Hear the caw, caw of the crows.
See the devil at the wheel y'all, Judas!
Go on down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas,
Oklahoma, Texas, Kentucky, Florida, Louisiana and
Tennessee, Georgia, Carolina, Carolina.
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