Jesus Is My Co-Pilot (Remaster)
I set out from the west coast
Just traveling on the bum
To see where I could get to
With my knapsack and my thumb
Somewhere in north Texas
A car offered me a ride
I would have kept on walking
If I'd known who was inside
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And I can't tell which of those boys
Has got the better deal
Jesus shouts directions
But the Devil's on the gas
And I'm in the back seat
Praying we don't crash
Jesus tells him ease on out
But the Devil pops the clutch
And I've never smelled a set of tires
Burn up quite that much
I thought the Devil seemed half-drunk
But I guess he was driving fine
Still I wish that Jesus would stop turning
All his water into wine
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And as they take the corner
You can hear those tires squeal
Jesus shouts directions
But the Devil's on the gas
And I'm in the back seat
Praying we don't crash
Halfway cross the country
Those two argued and they fought
Drinking Jesus' wine and smoking pot
The Devil bought
But things turned really ugly
When those boys started to fight
About which one I liked better
And 'bout where I'd spend the night
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And I don't care how many of those
Lepers that you've healed
Pull the car on over
Here's where I get out
I'll find my own way home
Although I'm damned if I know how
Just traveling on the bum
To see where I could get to
With my knapsack and my thumb
Somewhere in north Texas
A car offered me a ride
I would have kept on walking
If I'd known who was inside
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And I can't tell which of those boys
Has got the better deal
Jesus shouts directions
But the Devil's on the gas
And I'm in the back seat
Praying we don't crash
Jesus tells him ease on out
But the Devil pops the clutch
And I've never smelled a set of tires
Burn up quite that much
I thought the Devil seemed half-drunk
But I guess he was driving fine
Still I wish that Jesus would stop turning
All his water into wine
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And as they take the corner
You can hear those tires squeal
Jesus shouts directions
But the Devil's on the gas
And I'm in the back seat
Praying we don't crash
Halfway cross the country
Those two argued and they fought
Drinking Jesus' wine and smoking pot
The Devil bought
But things turned really ugly
When those boys started to fight
About which one I liked better
And 'bout where I'd spend the night
Jesus is my co-pilot
But the Devil's at the wheel
And I don't care how many of those
Lepers that you've healed
Pull the car on over
Here's where I get out
I'll find my own way home
Although I'm damned if I know how
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Patrick Kelly
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