Jesus Was A Country Boy - Ver 2

D A G D A G D A G D A G I stumbled on a preacher Sunday morning, All decked out and made up on TV, Em7 G A G A Asking for some money from God's people, Talking all that high theology, D A G D A G Well I might be just an old blue collar, And there's things about the Lord that I don't know, Em7 G A G A But I bet he never had a million dollars, Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes. N.C. G 'Cause Jesus was a country boy, D Walking down a dirt road with everything that he owned, He never met a stranger, G D Born in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a manger, A G Swimming in the river, Fishing for his dinner, Living with the sinners like me . . . D A G A D Makes, Me, Think, Jesus was a country boy. D A G D A G My Daddy never cared much for religion, And my Mama worried a lot about his soul, Em7 G A G A She'd hit her knees and pray for him on Sunday, While Daddy hit his favorite fishing hole, D A G D A G You see Daddy was a rebel and a rambler, But I always knew he loved my Mama so, Em7 G A G A I never doubted he'd make it to heaven, 'Cause it ain't who you are it's who you know. N.C. ' And Daddy knew ' G That Jesus was a country boy, D Walking down a dirt road with everything that he owned, He never met a stranger, G D Born in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a manger, A G Swimming in the river, fishing for his dinner, Living with the sinners like me . . . D A G A D Makes, Me, Think, Jesus was a country boy. D A G A D Oh yes and I be lieve . . . . That Jesus was a country boy.