Jesus the Mexican boy
born in a truck on the fourth of July
gave me a card with a lady naked on the back
barefoot at night on the road
fireworks blooming above in the sky
I never knew I was given
the best one from the deck
He never wanted nothing I remember
maybe a Broken Bottle if I had two
hanging behind his holy even temper
hiding the more unholy things I do
Jesus the Mexican boy
gave me a ride on the back of his bike
out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet
drunk on Calliope songs
we met a home-wrecking carnival girl
he’s never asked for a favor or the money yet
Jesus the Mexican boy
born in a truck on the 4th of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
fearing he wouldn’t approve
we made a lie that was feeble at best
boarded a train bound for Vegas
and married secretly
I never gave him nothing I remember
maybe a Broken Bottle if I had two
hanging behind his holy even temper
hiding the more unholy things I do
Jesus the Mexican boy
wearing a long desert trip on his tie
lo and behold he was standing
under the welcome sign
naked the Judas in me
fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
kissing my head like a brother
and never asking why