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Oh, Father high in heaven
Smile down upon your son, hey, hey
Who's busy with his money games, oh
His women and his gun
Lord Jesus save me

And the unsung western hero
He killed an Indian or three, ey hey
And then he made his name in Hollywood, oh
To set the white man free
Lord Jesus save me

If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Woh, Jesus hear me

If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use His name in death, baby
Woh, Jesus save me, hey

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