Black Jesus by Jason Eady

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Black Jesus 

by Jason Eady

Well, I was eighteen workin' on a road crew in Georgia

And he was a Vietnam vet from Tennessee

He held the posts while I drove the hammer

Rain or shine, side by side, five days a week

And he taught me the blues

And I'd sing for him old Hank Williams tunes

And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us

Is your white and my black Jesus"

Well the pay, it was barely legal

And I wasted mine on cigarettes and booze

His went to his woman and his children

And the rest he'd bet on anything that moves

And he taught me the blues

And I'd sing for him old Hank Williams tunes

And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us

Is your white and my black Jesus"

Well, I awoke last night to the sound of thunder

And my mind drifted back to that old man

Oh, and I ain't seen him since I left Georgia

Oh, but something tells me we'll meet again

And he taught me the blues

And I'd sing for him ol' Willie Nelson tunes

And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us

Is your white and my black Jesus"

When we meet again they'll be nothing between us

It'll just be him, and me, and Jesus