Jackson Browne - The rebel jesus

^CAll the streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of t^Fhe season ^G And the merchants' ^Cwindows are all bright With the faces of ^Cmaj7the children ^Am And the families ^Fhurrying to their homes ^C As the sky dark^Fens and freezes ^C We'll be gathering ar^Found their hearths and tables ^C Giving thanks f^Amor God's graces ^G And the birth of t^Fhe rebel Jesus ^{G C}

^CWell they call him by the prince of peace And they call him ^Fby the savior ^G And they pray to him^C upon the seas And in every ^Cmaj7bold endeavor ^Am And they fill His ^Fchurches with their pride and gold ^C As their faith in^F Him increases ^C But they've turned the ^Fnature that I worshipped in ^C From a temple ^Amto a robber's den ^G In the words ^Fof the rebel Jesus ^{G C}

^CWe guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our ^Ffine possessions ^G And once ^Ca year when Christmas comes We give^Cmaj7 to our relations ^Am And perhaps we giv^Fe a little to the poor ^C If the genero^Fsity should seize us ^C But if any ^Fone of us should interfere ^C In the busine^Amss of why there are^G poor They get the same as the^F rebel Jesus ^{G C}

But pard^Con me if I have seemed To take ^Fthe tone of judgment ^G For I've no wi^Csh to come between This day^Cmaj7 and your enjoyment ^Am In a lif^Fe of hardship and of earthly toil ^C There’s a need fo^Fr anything that frees us ^C So I bid yo^Fu pleasure And I bid yo^Cu cheer From a heathen ^Amand a pagan ^G On the side of ^Fthe rebel Jesus ^{G C}