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      Yeah, 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