Jesus Is On The Radio

You see the poor blame the rich, and the rich blame the poor

the hustlers deal, behind the backroom door.

Cop in the front, got his hand in the till

and the mules emptied the mill.

The men with the guns shoot the men with the sticks,

Stones roll away from the hands of the poor

the hungry fall to their knees to pray

God let come what will.

Jesus is on the radio

Superman’s fighting crime

Santa Clause stole the show,

I thank God, in these friends of mine.

You know I come along way, got a ways to go

I learned a lot, but what do I know

I was younger then, I’m older now

Seems nothing’s changed somehow

They say I’m crazy, what do I care

If I talk to myself when there’s nobody’s there

I got a watch, I got time

Gods got a church, and they feed my kind.

Jesus is on the radio

Superman’s fighting crime

Santa Clause stole the show,

I got God, in these friends of mine.

There’s a man, with a spoon, in his hand, and potatoes,

and corn, and gravy, on a plate as big as two.

There’s a woman with a smile, and her eyes, are clear

she walks over to me, she says, what can I do for you?

Jesus is on the radio

Superman’s fighting crime

Santa Clause stole the show,

I see God in these friends of mine.