Lyrics: Kinky Friedman. 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