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