I ride the highway with Jesus
He drives the bus when I sleep
We're taking two of His creatures
And dropping them off down the street
Hey-ey-ey
I think we're lost Mr. Jesus
I think we're lost without a trace
He said, "Don't worry, little lady
My old man helped build this place"
Hey-ey-ey
My mum and dad love You Jesus
My mum and dad say You're dead
They say they'll love You forever
They've got You tattooed to their heads
Hey-ey-ey
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