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DmSaddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best.
BbSing your Sacred Harp. You be holier than the rest.
Dmfill up the room with a grand and a thunderous song.
BbmLet it rattle out the windows. Let it spill out on the lawn.
DmShout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the Lord,
Amto the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world, your
CJudaDms!
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
CJudas!
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 down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Kentucky,
Florida, Louisiana & Tennessee, Georgia, Carolina, Carolina...
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