(Kinky Friedman)
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Walking down Division Street
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I happened on to meet
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A stranger with a package in his hand.
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He said, “Mister, if you follow me
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Rainbow colors you will see,
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I’ll take your head into the Promised Land.”
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“Friend, I don’t need your stuff,
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My Jesus is enough.
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You see them colors bright,
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Why can’t you see the light ?”
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Let’s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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I believe that He was here in town.
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Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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I’m so high I’m never coming down.
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One man buys a nickel sack,
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Another buys a Cadillac,
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They both think they will drive their cares away.
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But neither thinks to lend a hand
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To help his struggling fellow man,
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They’d better buy their tickets now for Judgment Day.
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Oh, friend, let’s try to score
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For peace and not for war,
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For love and not for hate
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Before it gets too late.
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Let’s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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Ain’t you ever heard the Nashville sound ?
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Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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I guess, my friend, the Lord still gets around.
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An angry mob confronted me
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By the university,
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“Down with this and down with that” they cried.
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A burning bottle in his hand,
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A long-haired youth screamed, “Come on, man,
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The conscience of America has died!”
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“Friend, I don’t get my kicks
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Starting fires and throwing bricks,
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I pray someday you find
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The gentle reason I’m
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So high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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They tried to put His body under ground.
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Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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But friend, you just can’t keep the good man down.”
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Oh, let’s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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They tried to put His body under ground.
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Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
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But friend, you just can’t keep the good man down.
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High on Jesus
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| Kinky Friedman |
