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I'll pay no mind
He will be there
With His guiding light
'Cause He really cares
When trouble appears
And is planning to stay
He is waiting near
'm of a special kind 
For when he was on the cross 
I was on his mind. 
 
The look of love was on his face 
Thrones were on his head 
The blood was on his
make it by dawn 
Cross the Brazos at Waco I'm safe when I reach San Antone 

He glanced back over his shoulder the posse were nowhere in sight 
He
drown 
And when I blow your mind your won't know why 
You'll soon cross your heart and hope to die
make it by dawn 
Cross the Brazos at Waco I'm safe when I reach San Antone 

He glanced back over his shoulder the posse were nowhere in sight 
He
'm of a special kind 
For when he was on the cross 
I was on his mind. 
 
The look of love was on his face 
Thrones were on his head 
The blood was on his
I'm of a special kind
For when he was on the cross
I was on his mind

(chorus)
He knew me
Yet he loved me
He whose glory makes the heavens shine
I'm not
enticing me
But there was something wrong
And when I turned
He was gone
Blinding me
His song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
My
his purple robe 
When he was dead he was taken down from the cross 
And laid in a borrowed grave provided by compassionate friends 
More than
of mind
I couldn't find in Rocketown
And when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness

What was his mission
Where was he going
Why was
He said darling I'm in love with you mind
The way you care for me it's so kind
Love to see you again wish I had more time
He was laughing as he
of mind
I couldn't find in Rocketown
And when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness

What was his mission
Where was he going
Why was
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon on that tree 
Amazing pity grace unknown
And love beyond degree

At the cross at the cross
Sun comes up Sunday morn 
On the little church where I been since I was born 
And there he stood a hearty smile 
You could hear his voice ringing
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
When something caught his eye he
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
introduced me to a wider reality 

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But he's nobody's
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
I was there on the day the monkey came into this world
His face was round and reddish and his hair was slightly curled
He didn't look too different
plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar

That he played
When he plays
No one speaks
No one speaks
And he plays
No one
When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
And she waits for his returning 
When beauty lives in memory 
It lives forevermore 

She was a fairy princess once 
And was by all adored 
They say she was
was racked with pain
Insomnia raging in his brain

Well, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword
He renounced his faith, he denied his Lord
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
cross"
So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice
He never meant to bow them legs
Or put that gravel in his voice
He's just chasin' what he