Jesus is a Hobo
Jesus is a hobo on a fast freight outta Denver, huddled up under a twin stack his back
against the rain. He's hoping to make the west coast his food is running low. He's been
traveling on these roads for 2000 years or more.
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
But can you find me, where you look
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
You can't always see the truth
Jesus is a hobo in a jungle near LA, where nobody really knows him even if they know
his face. They'll stare into his eyes a disciple from the past but the moment's gone and
lost in the engine's long low whine. Jesus is a hobo he never left us here, caught a fast
one from Calvary and he's been riding ever since.
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
But can you find me, where you look
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
You can't always see the truth
Jesus is a hobo riding south outta St. Paul seeing a cathedral through the snowflakes
and bracing against the cold. When he gets down to Rock Island maybe there he'll
let "˜em know that underneath his coveralls he wears a purple robe.
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
But can you find me, where you look
Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
You can't always see the truth