The Ballad of Jesus Gonzalez Lyrics

Jesus left his home

On a motorcycle

Took i80 east

Straight into Ohio

Had enough of saving souls

In Hammond, Indiana

He′d see the sights of New York

Then head to Montana

Jesus' parents pulled a scam

Raised him as a child preacher

At seventeen he fell in love

With an English teacher

I can′t tell you how often

I feel the spirit of Jesus move me

Throw off the world's yolk

Ride the byways and feel the breeze

I can't tell you how often

I feel the spirit of Jesus move me

Throw off the world′s yolk

Ride the highways and feel the breeze

Jesus got around on roller skates

He found in his grandma′s closet

Shimmy through midtown traffic

Like a disco bottle rocket

Jesus' head was full of dreams

He was afraid to fulfill

All around Jesus the world glittered

With temptation cups to fill

Jesus rented a room in Kingsbridge

Came with a cat in the window sill

Jesus would rollerskate around the Bronx

Thinking about free will

I can′t tell you how often

I feel the spirit of Jesus move me

Throw off the world's yolk

Coast downhill and feel the breeze

Children of the world will sing

The Ballad of Jesus Gonzalez

They′ll fill night with song

And praise the purple sunrise marvelous

Speak in tongues and

Dance out of time

As bus drivers turn

Water into Wine

Speak in tongues and

Dance out of time

As bus drivers turn

Water into Wine

Jesus left New York

On a motorcycle

His new girl clung

To his waist

Both free of regret and denial

Jesus saved souls close to him

Got into weightlifting

Met his new love at the gym

I can't tell you how often

I feel the spirit of Jesus move me

Tears roll from the world′s sadness

Swim in the river and feel the breeze

Children of the world will sing

The ballad of Jesus Gonzalez

They'll fill the day with their song

And sing praises to the pink moon

Now Jesus Gonzalez lives

In Lancaster, California

Rides his motorcycle

With his daughter and pitbull in a sidecar

Works as a custodian

At the experimental aircraft hanger

Plays in LA in a band

Hangs out with old headbangers

I can't tell you how often

I feel the spirit of Jesus move me

Let′s look to the future

With the children and

Sing their song

I can′t tell you how often

Nature sings the harmonies of Brian Wilson

Riding on life's highways