The Ballad of Jesus Gonzalez

Jesus left his home
On a motorcycle
Took i80 east
Straight into Ohio
Had enough of saving souls
In Hammond, Indiana
He'd see the sights of New York
Then head to Montana

Jesus' parents pulled a scam
Raised him as a child preacher
At seventeen he fell in love
With an English teacher

I can't tell you how often
I feel the spirit of Jesus move me
Throw off the world's yolk
Ride the byways and feel the breeze
I can't tell you how often
I feel the spirit of Jesus move me
Throw off the world's yolk
Ride the highways and feel the breeze

Jesus got around on roller skates
He found in his grandma's closet
Shimmy through midtown traffic
Like a disco bottle rocket
Jesus' head was full of dreams
He was afraid to fulfill
All around Jesus the world glittered
With temptation cups to fill

Jesus rented a room in Kingsbridge
Came with a cat in the window sill
Jesus would rollerskate around the Bronx
Thinking about free will

I can't tell you how often
I feel the spirit of Jesus move me
Throw off the world's yolk
Coast downhill and feel the breeze

Children of the world will sing
The Ballad of Jesus Gonzalez
They'll fill night with song
And praise the purple sunrise marvelous

Speak in tongues and
Dance out of time
As bus drivers turn
Water into Wine

Speak in tongues and
Dance out of time
As bus drivers turn
Water into Wine

Jesus left New York
On a motorcycle
His new girl clung
To his waist
Both free of regret and denial
Jesus saved souls close to him
Got into weightlifting
Met his new love at the gym

I can't tell you how often
I feel the spirit of Jesus move me
Tears roll from the world's sadness
Swim in the river and feel the breeze
Children of the world will sing
The ballad of Jesus Gonzalez
They'll fill the day with their song
And sing praises to the pink moon

Now Jesus Gonzalez lives
In Lancaster, California
Rides his motorcycle
With his daughter and pitbull in a sidecar
Works as a custodian
At the experimental aircraft hanger
Plays in LA in a band
Hangs out with old headbangers

I can't tell you how often
I feel the spirit of Jesus move me
Let's look to the future
With the children and
Sing their song
I can't tell you how often
Nature sings the harmonies of Brian Wilson
Riding on life's highways