Letra de Hymn 43
Oh, father high in heaven Smile down upon your son, yeah He's busy with his money games His women and his gun Oh, Jesus, save meAnd the unsung Western hero He killed an Indian or three And then he made his name in Hollywood To set the white man free Jesus, save meIf Jesus saves, well, He better save Himself From the gory glory seekers who use His name in death Oh, Jesus, save meIf Jesus saves, well, He better save Himself From the gory glory seekers who use His name in death Jesus save meWell, I saw him in the city And on the mountains of the moon His cross was rather bloody He could hardly roll His stone Jesus, save me