Il testo della Jesus was a country boy

I stumbled on a preacher, sunday morning,
All decked out and made up for tv,
Askin' for some money from god's people:
Talking all that high theology.

Well, i might be just an old blue collar:
There's things about the lord that i don't know.
But i bet he never had a million dollars,
Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes.

'cause jesus was a country boy,
Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned,
He never met a stranger.
Born in a barn underneath the stars,
His mama laid him in a manger.
Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner,
Livin' with the sinners like me.
Makes me think, jesus was a country boy.

My daddy never cared much for religion,
And my mama worried a lot about his soul.
She'd hit her knees and pray for him on sunday,
While daddy hit his favorite fishin' hole.

You see, daddy was a rebel and a rambler,
But i always knew he loved my mama so.
An' i never doubted he'd make it to heaven,
'cause it ain't who you are, it's who you know.

An' daddy knew: that jesus was a country boy,
Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned,
He never met a stranger.
Born in a barn underneath the stars,
His mama laid him in a manger.
Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner,
Livin' with the sinners like me.
Makes me think, jesus was a country boy.
Oh, yes, and i believe that jesus was a country boy.