Jesus Sings the Blues

Telephone to the the southland Heartbeaten soul through my shoes Afternoon's drunk with the pirates And it's Jesus that sings the blues It's Jesus that sings the blues With ether the hymms bleed through The devil gets all the glory But it's Jesus that sings the blues Big chief cries on the hillside New world killed his children, too Motives breeded murder And it's Jesus that sings the blues It's Jesus that sings the blues With ether the dreams break through The devil gets all the glory But it's Jesus that sings the blues Glory (my, my, yeah) Glory (my, my, yeah) Glory (my, my, yeah) Glory (my, my, yeah) Can a young man hide in his closet Can a young man hide the news Will a pistol ride in his temple It's Jesus that sings the blues It's Jesus that sings the blues With ether the hymm bleeds through The devil gets all the glory But it's Jesus that sings the blues Truth Blood Fire Alcohol Sun Dancin' My makin' My makin' Telephone to the the southland Heartbeaten soul through my shoes Afternoon hangin' the sinner And it's Jesus that sings the blues Well, it's Jesus that sings the blues With ether the hymms beat through The devil gets all the glory, yeah But it's Jesus that sings the blues I said Glory, my, my Truth, my, my Blood, my, my Fire, my, my, yeah Alcohol, my, my, yea-ah My, my, yeah My, my, yeah My, my My, my My, my My, my My, my My, my My, my My, my My, my