| While I was on my way to somewhere
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| To the Mexicali sand
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| A man sat down beside me
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| He had scars upon his hands
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| He told me some stories
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| I told him some lies
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| Light shone in the darkness
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| And cast shadows from my mind
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| When his eyes they looked right through me
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| Oh I knew he carried weight
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| Something real was going down that day
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| And I told him I’m a sinner
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| He said that’s ok
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| 'Cause I’m not here to change you
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| Anyway he was gone when I turned around
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Jesus on a Greyhound
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| Well we talked about the world gone bad
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| And the troubles we had seen
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| We talked about the dirt
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| Brown shoes he wore on his feet
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| He said I’m tired and weary
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| I’ve been riding a long way
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| Let me rest my eyes for now
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| Let me drift away
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| And he acted Like he knew me
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| And then he fell asleep
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| And I had no More secrets
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| I could keep
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| And I told him I’m a sinner
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| He said that’s ok
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| 'Cause I’m not here to change you
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| Anyway he was gone when I turned around
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Jesus on a Greyhound
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| Somewhere in the sunlit mornin'
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| I stepped off the bus in the middle of the city of angels
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| And that long haired hippie was up
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| And gone where devils run and play and lust
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| And lookin for the danger
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| Oh and I looked at my feet and
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| Saw the shoes that he had worn and
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| Thank God for that beautiful stranger
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Was that Jesus?
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| And I told him I’m a sinner
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| He said that’s ok
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| 'Cause I’m not here to change you
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| Anyway he was gone when I turned around
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Jesus on a Greyhound
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| He said I’ll rise, I’ll rise again
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| And I’ll rise, I’ll rise again
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| Was that Jesus?
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| Jesus on a Greyhound
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| Oooooh |