Walking down Division street, I happened on to meet   A stranger with a package in his hand   He said, ?Mister, if you follow me, rainbow colors you will see   I?ll take your head into the promised land?      Friend, I don?t need your stuff   My Jesus is enough   You see them colors bright   Why can?t you see the light?      Let?s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus   I believe that He was here in town   Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus   I?m so high, I?m never coming down      One man buys a nickel sack, another buys a Cadillac   They both think they will drive their cares away   But neither thinks to lend a hand to help his struggling fellow man   They?d better buy their tickets now for judgment day      Oh friend, let?s try to score   For peace and not for war   For love and not for hate   Before it gets too late      Let?s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus   Ain?t you ever heard the Nashville sound ?   Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus   I guess my friend, the Lord still gets around      An angry mob confronted me by the university   ?Down with this and down with that? they cried   A burning bottle in his hand   A long haired youth screamed, ?Come on, man   The conscience of America has died?      Friend, I don?t get my kicks   Starting fires and throwing bricks   I pray someday you find   The gentle reason I?m      So high on Jesus, high on Jesus   They tried to put His body underground   Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus   But friend, you just can?t keep the good man down      Oh, let?s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus   They tried to put His body underground   Flashing high on Jesus, high on Jesus   But friend, you just can?t keep the good man down