Rusted Jesus

Written by Paul Dougherty

A roadside Jesus, hanging from a pole
Paint chipped from both cheeks, nowhere to go
I used to believe in a thing called rock n’ roll
But there’s nothing left these days, except a hole

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A rawhide saddle, hanging from an old leather hand
Things ain’t the same these days, never will be again
Man made it to the moon, he was blinded by the sun
But man is a simple creature when all is said and done

Rusted Jesus, I pray for a little faith
A little more time to correct the wrongs, I’ve made on my way
I used to believe in a thing called love
But we’ve all been deceived into giving up

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Jesus, where are you now

Bake It Black Publishing 2009