Boy gets a guitar and starts writing songs
Bout whiskey and women and gettin too stoned
He got all three at the first show he played
Hometown says I don’t think Jesus done it that way
Boy moves to city lives fast and goes hard
Starts chasing the devil through honky tonk bars
Ignoring the voices in his head that say
I don’t think Jesus done it this way
If I was him I’d say to hell with you
Ain’t no helping you
Find someone else to give Heaven to
I’m telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me, I'd make me pay for my mistakes
Oh but I don’t think Jesus does it that way
Boy’s all alone got no one to turn to
He figures he’ll pray cause what else could he do
He says I wish you would’ve woke me up an easier way
But I don’t think Jesus does it that way
If I was him I’d say to hell with you
Ain’t no helping you
Find someone else to give Heaven to
I’m telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me, I'd make me pay for my mistakes
Oh but I don’t think Jesus does it that way
World likes to rear back and throw a few stones
So boy wants to throw a few stones of his own
Lord knows I ain’t perfect and it ain’t my place
But I don’t think Jesus done it that way
Are y’all sure that Jesus done it that way?