Jesus is a hobo on a fast freight outta Denver, huddled up under a twin stack his back Against the rain. He's hoping to make the west coast his food is running low. He's been Traveling on these roads for 2000 years or more Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can't always see the truth Jesus is a hobo in a jungle near LA, where nobody really knows him even if they know His face. They'll stare into his eyes a disciple from the past but the moment's gone and Lost in the engine's long low whine. Jesus is a hobo he never left us here, caught a fast One from Calvary and he's been riding ever since Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can't always see the truth Jesus is a hobo riding south outta St. Paul seeing a cathedral through the snowflakes And bracing against the cold. When he gets down to Rock Island maybe there he'll Let ‘em know that underneath his coveralls he wears a purple robe Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can't always see the truth