Hymn 43 Lyrics

Hymn 43
by Jethro Tull

O Father high in heaven,
Smile down upon your son,
Who's busy with his money games,
His women, and his gun...
Oh jesus, save me!

And the unsung western hero,
Killed an indian or three,
To make his name in Hollywood,
And to set the white man free...
Oh jesus, save me!

We'll, if jesus saves,
He'd better save himself,
From the gory glory-seekers,
Who use his name in death...
Oh jesus, save me!

Well I saw him in the city,
And on the mountains of the moon,
His cross was rather bloody,
And he could hardly roll his stone...
Oh jesus, save me!

Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu.