A tribute to the guy who stopped me on the steets of Santa Ana in 1982, asking me this very question.
I'm sure he still got The Jesus.
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A tribute to the guy who stopped me on the steets of Santa Ana in 1982, asking me this very question.
I'm sure he still got The Jesus.
Lyrics
Sometimes the things they get a little out of order
Growing up a little bit south of the border
It's kinda hard to do the things you really oughta
With everyone pulling at you like a Pinata
People always looking for a fight
There's trouble to the left and to the right
And when I ask mama why
She wipe the tear from my eye
And this is what she say to me (She say)
(Chorus)
The world's a lousy place that will not please us
But holy, set apart-That's how he sees us
He said He won't forsake or ever leave us
An never you forget you got The Jesus
And it seem like in a litle bit of time
I'm working on the big assembly line
The parts move so fast
Wonder how I will last
This is what they say to me
After 3 months on the job, well I got laid-off
Got my final check and I got paid off
And when I ask the boss "why?"
He looked me straight in the eye
And this is what he say to me (He say)
(Chorus)
Everyday somebody always getting burned
But here it is, the lesson I have learned
If you trust in The Lord
That's where your treasures are stored
Just you take a look at me
Now I got three lovely children and a wife
And I still got The Jesus in my life
And before I die
I'll look them straight in the eye
And this is what they'll hear from me (I say)
(Chorus)
