Where Would This Poor Boy Be Lyrics

Walking through a snake pit, they're snapping at my feet

There's thunder in the distance and there's trouble in the street

People meaning me no good, they're watching out for me

If it wasn't for my Jesus, where would this poor boy be?

Slipping out the back door, sneaking by the jail

Whistling through the graveyard with a hellhound on my tail,

I need someone to count on, but nobody seems to be

If it wasn't for my Jesus, where would this poor boy be?

If it wasn't for my Jesus, where would this poor boy be?

If it wasn't for my Jesus, it would be the end of me

The flood water's risin', I'm not sure that I can float

You gotta help me walk on water, you gotta help me rock my boat

You're the only Rock I know, as far as I can see

If I didn't have my Jesus, where would this poor boy be?

If it wasn't for my Jesus, where would this poor boy be?

If it wasn't for my Jesus, it would be the end of me