Never Underestimate My Jesus
Gather round the preacherman gather round here
If you're waiting for the word that'll make it all clear
When you look in the sky you can see what he sees
There's a fire in the Belt of Hercules
Well the man in the collar says come to the fold
Bible in his hand tassle of gold
Says heaven could be locked but he's got a set of keys
They fit the buckle in the belt of Hercules
We all gotta come to the light together
Put your dreams in your pocket boy
We all gotta come to the light together
Follow me
The preacherman's clim
Suspect Fled The Scene
Old friend,
your horse is ready to ride when morning comes.
From this church town,
where damning rumors drip from holy tongues.
It wont go away.
It wont go away.
It wont go away...
The fever to find a scapegoat fast and fix the blame.
I know, you never meant to leave the way you came.
It wont go away.
It wont go away.
It wont go away...
Lookin down from there stained glass steeple.
They'll never know why you had to run.
Ride as fast as you can, they're shootin to kill...
Ride as fast as you can, they're shootin to kill...
Ride as fast as you can, they're shootin to kill...
Ride as fast as you can, they're shootin to kill...