Oh, Father, high in Heaven
Smile down upon your son,
He was busy with his money games,
His women and his gun.
Oh, Jesus, save me!
And the unsung Western hero,
He killed an Indian or three,
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free.
Oh, Jesus, save me!
If Jesus saves,
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use His name in death.
Oh, Jesus, save me!
If Jesus saves,
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use His name in death.
Oh, Jesus, save me!
Well, I saw him in the city
And on the mountains of the Moon,
His cross was rather bloody,
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh, Jesus, save me!