Hymn 43

Oh, Father high in heaven
Smile down upon your son, hey, hey
Was busy with his money games, oh
His women and his gun
Oh, Jesus save me
And the unsung Western hero
He killed an Indian or three, hey, hey, hey
And then he made his name in Hollywood, oh
To set the white man free
Oh, Jesus save me
Ow!
If Jesus saves
Oh well, he'd better save himself
From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death, ow!
Oh, Jesus save me, oh
If Jesus saves
Oh well, he'd better save himself
From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death, ow!
Heh hey
Oh, Jesus save me
Heh, hey
Oh well, I saw him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon, hey, hey
His cross was rather bloody, oh
And they could hardly roll his stone
Now, Jesus save me, hey
Ow!
Whoa