Jim Ware's Blues

Sipping whiskey from a paper cup
You drown your sorrows 'til you can't stand up
Take a look at what you've done to yourself
Why don't you put the bottle back on the shelf?

Yellow finger from your cigarettes
Your hands are shaking while your body sweats
Why don't you into Jesus?
He got the answers

On Valetine's Day
You're still looking for the perfect lay
You think Rock 'n' Roll will set you free
Honey, you'il be deaf before you're thirty three

Shooting junk 'til you're half insane
Broken needle in your purple vein
Why don't you into Jesus?
He got the answers

You work all night
You take your money throw it all away
You say you're gonna be a superstar
But you're never hung around enough
To find out who you really are

Now think back to when you were a child
And your heart ran wild
Each day was different and life was a thrill
You knew tomorrow would be better still

But things have changed you're much older now
If you're unhappy and you don't know how
Why don't you into Jesus?
He got the answers

Said now...
Why don't you into Jesus?
He got the answers
Why don't you into Jesus?
He got the answer

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