Sweet silver angels over the sea    Please come down flying low for me   One time I trusted a stranger   'Cause I heard his sweet song    It was gently 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 Jesus was a cross maker   Sweet silver angels over the sea    Please come down flying low for me   He wages war with the devil    With a pistol by His side    He's always chasing him out of windows    And He won't give him a place to hide    But he keeps His door    Open wide   Fighting him   He lights a lamp inviting him    He's a bandit and a heartbreaker    My Jesus was a cross maker    Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker    (here's a verse Ms. Sill wrote, which Warren leaves out:    maybe he thought he had enough thunder on this record, already:   I heard the thunder come rumblin'   The light never looked so dim   I see the junction git nearer   and danger is in the wind   And either road's lookin' grim   Hidin' me, I flee, desire dividin' me   He's a bandit and a heartbreaker.   Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker   Yes, Jesus was a cross maker)