Way back yonder where the gravel road ends   Fourth holler over, plum up to the head   On an AC tractor reapin’ reefer on a hill   Got an inverted cross of lights on his grill   Shape-note singin’ ‘bout whiskey and sin   With an amplified bible cranked up to ten   He’s a preacher,    He’s a teacher,    He’s a demon in disguise,   Red checkerboard pattern in the whites of his eyes.       And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues   It’s best you boys just a-run along.   Best you boys just run on along,    Before the cock crows three times tonight.       The rooster says…   The rooster says…   The rooster says…      Go ahead and sneak a peak behind the tent show flap   See what it gets ya if you like it like that.    Hear the penta-caustic choir wakin’ the dead,   “Give us Barabbas” tattooed on their heads   Up jumped the Devil out the storm cellar door   Now Hellzapoppin’ with the souls that came herebefore.   They’re afflicted    They’re a victim   Of his layin’ on of hands   False propheteerin’ off the hopes of the damned.      And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues   It’s best you boys just a-run along.   Best you boys just run on along,    Before the cock crows three times tonight.       The rooster says…   The rooster says…   The rooster says…