Boy gets a guitar and starts writin' songs
'Bout whiskey and women and gettin' too stoned
And he got all three at the first show he played
Hometown said, "I don't think Jesus done it that way"
Boy moves to city lives fast and goes hard
Starts chasin' 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 [Am7]him I'd say, "To hell with you, ain't no helping you
Find someone else to [C7]give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I blame me
I'd make me pay for [Dm7]my [A]mistakes"
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
Boy's all [Em]alone got [Fm7]no one to [C7]turn to
It figures he'll pray 'cause what else could he do
He says, "I wish you [A7would've woke me up an easier way"
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
If I was [Am7]him I'd say, "To hell with you, ain't no helping you
Find someone else to [C7]give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I blame me
I'd make me pay for [Dm7]my [A]mistakes"
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
World likes to [C7]ɾear back and [Bm]throw a few stones
So boy wants to [C7]throw a few stones of his own
But Lord knows I ain't perfect, and [Bm]it ain't my [A]place
And I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all [Em]sure that Jesus done it that way?
