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 is 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

Yes, though you may walk in the valley of the dark

there's no greater evil that the darkness in your heart

with your stun guns, bloodhounds

needle and your razor wire

your nylon shackle whipping post

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