Album: Sold American

High on Jesus

(Kinky Friedman)
Walking down Division Street
I happened on to meet
A stranger with a package in his hand.
He said, ¡°Mister, if you follow me
Rainbow colors you will see,
I¡¯ll take your head into the Promised Land.¡±
¡°Friend, I don¡¯t need your stuff,
My Jesus is enough.
You see them colors bright,
Why can¡¯t you see the light ?¡±
Let¡¯s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
I believe that He was here in town.
Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
I¡¯m so high I¡¯m never coming down.
One man buys a nickel sack,
Another buys a Cadillac,
They both think they will drive their cares away.
But neither thinks to lend a hand
To help his struggling fellow man,
They¡¯d better buy their tickets now for Judgment Day.
Oh, friend, let¡¯s try to score
For peace and not for war,
For love and not for hate
Before it gets too late.
Let¡¯s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
Ain¡¯t you ever heard the Nashville sound ?
Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
I guess, my friend, the Lord still gets around.
An angry mob confronted me
By the university,
¡°Down with this and down with that¡± they cried.
A burning bottle in his hand,
A long-haired youth screamed, ¡°Come on, man,
The conscience of America has died!¡±
¡°Friend, I don¡¯t get my kicks
Starting fires and throwing bricks,
I pray someday you find
The gentle reason I¡¯m
So high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
They tried to put His body under ground.
Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
But friend, you just can¡¯t keep the good man down.¡±
Oh, let¡¯s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
They tried to put His body under ground.
Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
But friend, you just can¡¯t keep the good man down.