John Prine - Plastic jesus

^GI don't care if it rains or freezes ^CAs long as I've got my Plastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my ^Dcar, ^GComes in colors pink and pleasant, ^CGlows in the dark cause he’s iridescent ^GTake Him with you ^Dwhen you're travelling ^Gfar

^GPlastic Jesus, ^Cplastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my car ^GThrough my trials and tribulations, ^CAnd my travels ‘cross the nation, ^GWith my plastic ^DJesus I'll go ^Gfar.

^GWhen I'm in a traffic jam ^CHe don't care if I say Damn ^GI can let all sorts of curses ^Droll ^GPlastic Jesus doesn't hear ^CFor he has a plastic ear ^GThe man who invented ^Dplastic saved my ^Gsoul

^GPlastic Jesus, ^CPlastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my ^Dcar ^GOnce his robe was snowy white ^CNow it isn't quite so bright ^GStained by the ^Dsmoke of my ci^Ggar

^GIf I weave around at night ^CAnd the police think I'm tight ^GI don’t worry that they’ll find my ^Dstash ^GPlastic Jesus shelters me ^CFor His head comes off, you see ^GAnd voila, I ^Dhave a secret ^Gflask

^GPlastic Jesus, ^Cplastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my ^Dcar ^GRide with me and have a dram ^COf the blood of the Lamb ^GPlastic Jesus ^Dis a holy ^Gbar

^GWhen my babe and I go parkin’ ^CFornicating in the dark ^GI don’t have to think she’ll get ^DPG ^GI have no worries and no cares ^CBecause the raincoat that he wears ^GServes a dual ^Dpurpose, don’t you ^Gsee

^GPlastic Jesus, ^Cplastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my ^Dcar ^GHe don’t slip and he don’t slide ^CBecause his ass is magnetized ^GSittin on the ^Ddashboard of my ^Gcar

^GRiding home one foggy night, ^CWith my honey cuddled tight, ^GI missed a curve and off the road we ^Dveered. ^GMy windshield, it got smashed-up good, ^CAnd my darling graced the hood. ^GPlastic Jesus, ^DHe had disap^Gpeared.

^GPlastic Jesus! ^CPlastic Jesus, ^GNo longer chides me with His holy ^Dgrin. ^GDoctors in the X-ray room ^CFound Him in my darling's womb. ^GSomeday, maybe ^Dhe'll be born ag^Gain!

^GPlastic Jesus, ^Cplastic Jesus ^GRiding on the dashboard of my ^Dcar ^GThrough my trials and tribulations, ^CAnd my travels ‘cross the nation, ^GWith my plastic ^DJesus I'll go ^Gfar.