High On Jesus

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