Willy Porter Jesus On The Grill
It was late one night on a Kentucky highway, up ahead on the horizon,
It was there before my eyes, I saw the glowin’ cross of Jesus Christ.
I saw Jesus on the grille, of a south-bound Peterbilt,
Catchin’ bugs between his teeth, and glowin’ for everyone to see.
He don’t stop at those toll-booths, the state troopers let him roll on thru,
Folks stop and stare at his long flowing hair, and his gold-capped tooth.
I saw Jesus on the Grille, rolling down the Interstate,
And I know we won’t be late no darling, with the potentate of hauling freight,
Talkin’ Jesus, riding on the Grille, Talkin’ Jesus blessing every road-kill.
Talkin’ Jesus giving points for good behavior,
I’ve been redeemed by the 75 mph savior, tell it mommy now.
I saw him down at a roadside diner, with a soybean burger and a side of fries,
A big ol’ glass of chocolate milk, and a slice of apple pie.
I saw Jesus, riding on the grille, I saw Jesus blessing every road-kill,
I saw Jesus giving points for good behavior,
We’ve been redeemed by the 75 mph savior, tell it baby now, yeah.
I saw Jesus on the grille, rollin’ thru the cold Kentucky night,
And I know we won’t be late no darling, he’s the potentate of hauling freight.
He’s the potentate of hauling freight, you know with Jesus we won’t be late.
Man, where’s Moses?
