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Jesus the Mexican boy
born in a truck on the fourth of July
gave me a card with a lady naked on the back
Barefoot at night on the road
Fireworks blooming above in the sky
I never knew I was given the best one from the deck

He never wanted nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Gave me a ride on the back of his bike
Out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet
Drunk on Calliope songs
We met a home-wrecking carnival girl
He's never asked for a favor or the money yet

Jesus the Mexican boy
Born in a truck on the 4th of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
Fearing he wouldn't approve
We made a lie that was feeble at best
Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly

I never gave him nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign
Naked the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why
Jesus the Mexican boy    born in a truck on the fourth of July    gave me a card with a lady naked on the back    Barefoot at night on the road    Fireworks blooming above in the sky    I never knew I was given the best one from the deck       He never wanted nothing I remember    Maybe a broken bottle if I had two    Hanging behind his holy even temper    Hiding the more unholy things I do       Jesus the Mexican boy    Gave me a ride on the back of his bike    Out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet    Drunk on Calliope songs    We met a home-wrecking carnival girl    He's never asked for a favor or the money yet       Jesus the Mexican boy    Born in a truck on the 4th of July    I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly    Fearing he wouldn't approve    We made a lie that was feeble at best    Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly       I never gave him nothing I remember    Maybe a broken bottle if I had two    Hanging behind his holy even temper    Hiding the more unholy things I do       Jesus the Mexican boy    Wearing a long desert trip on his tie    Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign    Naked the Judas in me    Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high    Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why