Jesus

a song—folk/indie—key of A

i stepped on a thorn
outside of the church
where my mother was born
i called out his name
because even a man needs
a man to blame
he came off the street
waved his finger
pointed at his feet
handed me a sponge
told me to wash
and watch my tongue

he told me he's the one
whose name i've gone and done
made up as a word of pain
i knew that he was wrong
'cause he sang no hollowed song
in the midnight rain

and i found my Jesus
in the back of a Chevrolet
and he said he don't need us
to teach our sons to pray
in his name
anymore

i told him my step
on the thorn was enough
to call his death
he sat on the ground
took his hair in his finger
twirled it 'round
he looked up
took a big swig
from a communion cup
got to his feet
walked out the yard
and back to the street
held his hands out
and let these words
spill from his mouth:

"boy you don't know who's who
or know what's true
when it comes to your saviors"
but i knew he was wrong
because his deadly song
had no amorous verse

and i found my Jesus
in the back of a Chevrolet
and he said he don't need us
to teach our sons to pray
in his name
anymore