High on Jesus Songtext

von 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 underground
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 underground
Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus
But friend, you just can? t keep the good man down