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We’ve been datin’ since high school we never once left this town
we use to go out on the weekends and we’d drink ’til we drowned
but now she’s acting funny and I don’t understand
I think that she’s found her some other man

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she left me for Jesus and that just ain’t fair
she says that He’s perfect, how could I compare
she says I should find Him and I’ll know peace at last
if I ever find Jesus I’m kickin’ his ass

she showed me a picture all I could do was stare
at that freak in his sandals with his long pretty hair
they must think that I’m stupid or I don’t have a clue
I’ll bet hes a commie or ever worse yet - a jew

repeat chorus
she left me for Jesus and that just ain’t fair
she says that He’s perfect, how could I compare
she says I should find Him and I’ll know peace at last
if I ever find Jesus I’m kickin’ his ass

she’s given up whiskey and ah takin up wine
while she prays for his troubles she’s forgot about mine
I’m a gonna get even I can’t handle the shame
why last time we made love she even called out his name

repeat chorus
she left me for Jesus and that just ain’t fair
she says that He’s perfect, how could I compare
she says I should find Him and I’ll know peace at last
if I ever find Jesus I’m kickin’ his ass

it coulda been Carlos or even Billy Ortez
but if I ever find Jesus
hes gonna wish he was dead

amen

Hayes Carll (has sound)

Sometimes I think about my daddy
and his old spice grin,
Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan
She never asked him questions
So he never told her lies
but I heard my mama cry some
And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left
huggin my knees, holding my breath
I never knew why but he was damn sure gone
thought it was maybe my fault

‘Cause She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin’ out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
And she looked real nice, she looked real nice

It feels like ages since you lay down in my arms
See no good reason still I’m tangled in your charms
My God you’re smiling
You catch my eyes
My heart is pounding deep inside
Thought I was doing fine
About to get you off my mind
I see you face and then I’m wrapped
Around your pretty little finger again

Bruce Robison

Maybe you’ve heard, your ole buddy’s gone crazy
Searching for words, too deep, sweet reason and rhyme
Living alone, more and more and he’s prone to be lazy
Turning to stone, blasted and blind.

Don’t turn away there, hey, goddamn you, he was your brother
Turn on your father, sister, mother, brother
He was your friend.

Don’t you condemn him, leave it to strangers
You ought to know him, give him a hand, if you can
But at least for Jesus Christ’s sake, understand him.

Maybe you’ve heard that they say that the lady’s been changing
Day after day, more than her mind
Learning to play, where the part has her turning to strangers
Going too far, line after line.

Don’t turn away there - hey - goddamn you, you used to love her
Turn on your father, sister, mother, mister
She was your friend.

Don’t you condemn her, leave it to strangers
You ought to know her, give her a hand, if you can
But at least for Jesus Christ’s sake, understand her.

- Kris Kristofferson (has sound)