G for Jesus

On a lowly night like any other, in a place I'm known to go

To croon a song to a patient throng of folks that you might know

I sang the songs of hard times, hard feelings and hardened hearts

But nothing seemed to grab them until a patron he remarked:

Won't you play it in

G for Jesus

And let your holy spirit show

Keep your pains and your midnight trains

And onto higher ground you'll go

Don't sing the songs about whiskey

And I'm so lonesome that mama tried

Play it in G for Jesus and you might leave this bar alive

So I swallowed hard and scanned the bar

For an exit I might tread

It occurred that I might could see the light

If it meant I could earn my bread

I strummed this chord to the waiting lord

And fixed him in my gaze

And no minor key escaped me

While old Gabrielle's trumpet played

And I played it in

G for Jesus

I let my holy spirit show

I kept my pains and my midnight trains

And onto higher ground I'll go

I won't sing the songs about whiskey

And I'm so lonesome that mama tried

I'll play it in G for Jesus

Though none of us leave this world alive

No you won't leave this world alive

None of us leave this world alive