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Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
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Now he's living at the foot of the cross
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He testified on the main drag this evening
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Said he's gonna spread the gospel to the lost
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The meanest sinner to ever live and breathe
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Said he's been clean and sober for a week
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He said his soul is not troubled anymore
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He hocked his gun and gave the money to the Lord
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Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
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At a tent revival right outside of town
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Oh what a friend this town has in Jesus
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If you look at what John Roland has tore down
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Before the spirit touched his soul
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He kept the streets signs full of bullet holes
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Back then when he was raising hell
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You knew he was coming by the blue lights on this tail...look out
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Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
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Now that water tower must be full of wine
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Let not your weary heart be troubled
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Turn your women and your children back outside
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What will we do on Friday nights
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Without John Roland shootin' out the lights
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Carry that ol' jukebox away
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He traded B-9 for Amazing Grace
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Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
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Now he's living at the foot of the cross
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John Roland Wood
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Deryl Dodd |