Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
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whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
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Oh Jesus save me!
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And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
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and made his name in Hollywood
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to set the white man free.
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Oh Jesus save me!
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If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
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from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
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Oh Jesus save me!
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I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
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His cross was rather bloody --
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He could hardly roll His stone.
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Oh Jesus save me!
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Hymn 43
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| Jethro Tull |
