From the recording The Legend of Sam Davis

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Lyrics

Well… looky there
Sam's on the mountain
He's preaching like the eve of judgement day
I can't make out a word he's saying
Thinking I just heard him say your name son
It's always the same old tired rant
War and death and famine and pestilence
He acts just like he's preachin to the pagans
Did he just try to call down fire from heaven?

On them God fearin
Church goin
People of the valley
Baptized in the Buffalo
And bound for glory

Well… looky there
Sam's a brayin
He sounds just like an ole Missouri mule
I guess he got a touch a something
Yeah somethin makes a man
Carry on like a fool
He's sayin there's no pity
To be found in these hills
It's a wonder no one's shot him down
Well somebody will
Now who would do that?

One of them God fearin
Church goin
People of the valley
Baptized in the Buffalo
And bound for glory

Well… here come Sam
With a grudge and a rifle
Gonna find his sister
Gonna kill some Indians
That sounds like how you start a war Sam
Do they like fightin with Indians
Back where you come from?
You'll excuse me Sam
If for some reason I can't recall
Haven't seen any Indians
Around these parts at all
Me neither, Sam
Not a one
Just God fearin
Church goin
People of the valley
Baptized in the Buffalo
And bound for glory