Jesus In New Orleans

The last time I saw Jesus

I was drinking bloody mary's in the South

In a barroom in New Orleans

Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth

She wore a dark and faded blazer

With a little of the lining hanging out

When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore

I knew that it was him without a doubt

I said, "The road's been my redeemer

I never know just what on earth I'll find

In the faces of a stranger

In the dark and weary corners of a mind"

She said, "The last highway is only

As far away as you are from yourself

No matter just how bad it gets

It does no good to blame somebody else"

Oh, ain't it crazy

What's revealed when you're not looking all that close?

Oh, ain't it crazy

How we put to death the one's we need the most?

I know I'm not a martyr

I've never died for anyone but me

The last frontier is only

The stranger in the mirror that I see

But when I least expect it

Here and there I see my savior's face

He's still my favorite loser

Falling for the entire human race

Oh, ain't it crazy

What's revealed when you're not looking all that close?

Oh, ain't it crazy

How we put to death the one's we need the most?

The last time I saw Jesus

I was drinking bloody mary's in the South

In a barroom in New Orleans

Oh, ain't it crazy

What's revealed when you're not looking all that close?

Oh, ain't it crazy

How we put to death the one's we need the most?

Oh hey, yeah