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JESUS ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY FORD

~~JESUS ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY FORD

I pray to Jesus in my ford
I pray to God that he is lord
Sitting on the dashboard of my ford

He’s always looking over me
When I am stoned and too drunk to see
Sitting on the dashboard of my ford

When I get a flat without a spare
I still have a lot of weed to spare
With Jesus on the dashboard of my ford

If I get drunk and I can’t drive
He always helps me get home alive
Sitting on the dashboard of my ford

I smoked some hash and I can’t see
But Jesus is always getting stoned with me
Sitting on the dashboard of my ford

When I’m doing a hundred and ten
He still remains my silent friend
Sitting on the dashboard of my ford

When the light turns from red to green
Were the fastest thing you’ve ever seen?
With Jesus on the dashboard of my ford
When I get a ticket I just smile
Cause I’ve been stoned for the last ten miles
With Jesus on the dashboard of my ford

When I get sleepy I begin to pray
Hoping in my lane I’ll stay
With Jesus sleeping on the dashboard of my ford

I try and wake him but it’s no use
From all that second hand smoke abuse
He’s stoned and sleeping on the dashboard of my ford

One more corner and I’ll be home
I can’t believe I’m still drunk and stoned
With Jesus sleeping on the dashboard of my ford

I’m finally pulling up my drive
Thank you Jesus for taking a ride
And sleeping on the dashboard of my ford

By David Edward Stephens
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