Clay Walker - Jesus was a country boy

I st^Dumbled on a pr^Aeacher Sunday mo^Grning, A^Dll decked out and m^Aade up on T^GV, A^Em7sking for some mo^Gney from God's pe^Aople, T^Galking all that high theolo^Agy, Well ^DI might be j^Aust an old blue c^Gollar, And there's th^Dings about the L^Aord that I don't k^Gnow, But I ^Em7bet he never h^Gad a million do^Allars, Or w^Gore a lot of stylish fancy clo^Athes. N.C.

'Cause Jesus was a co^Guntry boy, Walking down a dirt road with everything that he owned, He never met a str^Danger, B^Gorn in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a m^Danger, Sw^Aimming in the river, Fishing for his dinner, Living with the sinners like ^Gme . . . Ma^Dkes, ^AMe, Th^Gink, ^A Jesus was a co^Duntry boy.

My D^Daddy never c^Aared much for rel^Gigion, And my M^Dama worried a l^Aot about his s^Goul, She'd ^Em7hit her knees and pr^Gay for him on S^Aunday, While D^Gaddy hit his favorite fishing ho^Ale, You see D^Daddy was a r^Aebel and a r^Gambler, But I a^Dlways knew he lo^Aved my Mama s^Go, I n^Em7ever doubted h^Ge'd make it to h^Aeaven, 'Cause ^Git ain't who you are it's who you k^Anow. ^N.C. ' And Daddy knew '

That Jesus was a co^Guntry boy, Walking down a dirt road with everything that he owned, He never met a str^Danger, B^Gorn in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a m^Danger, Sw^Aimming in the river, fishing for his dinner, Living with the sinners like ^Gme . . . Ma^Dkes, M^Ae, Th^Gink, ^A Jesus was a co^Duntry boy.

Oh yes and ^DI ^Abe l^Gieve . . . . ^A That Jesus was a co^Duntry boy.