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Jesus is a hobo on a fast freight outta Denver, huddled up under a twin stack his back
against the rain. Heâs hoping to make the west coast his food is running low. Heâs 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 canât always see the truth
Jesus is a hobo in a jungle near LA, where nobody really knows him even if they know
his face. Theyâll stare into his eyes a disciple from the past but the momentâs gone and
lost in the engineâs long low whine. Jesus is a hobo he never left us here, caught a fast
one from Calvary and heâs 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 canât 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 heâll
let âem 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 canât always see the truth