Boy gets a guitar
And starts writing songs
About whiskey and women
And getting too stoned
He got all three
At the first show he played
Hometown said
I don't think Jesus
Done it that way
Boy moves to city lives fast
And goes hard
Starts chasing the devil
Through honky-tonk bars
Ignoring the voices
In his head that say
I don't think Jesus done it this way
If I was Him I'd say the hell
With you ain't no helping you
Find someone else to give
Heaven to I'm telling you
I'd shame me I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
Boy's all alone, got no one to turn to
He figures he'll pray 'cause
What else could he do
He said I wish You would've
Woke me up an easier way
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
If I was Him I'd say the hell
With you ain't no helping you
Find someone else to give Heaven to
I'm telling you
I'd shame me I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
World likes to rear back
And throw a few stones
So boy wants to throw
A few stones of his own
But Lord knows I ain't perfect
And it ain't my place
And I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all sure that Jesus
Done it that way