John Roland Wood

Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus Now he's living at the foot of the cross He testified on the main drag this evening Said he's gonna spread the gospel to the lost The meanest sinner to ever live and breathe Said he's been clean and sober for a week He said his soul is not troubled anymore He hocked his gun and gave the money to the Lord Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus At a tent revival right outside of town Oh, what a friend this town has in Jesus If you look at what John Roland has tore down Before the spirit touched his soul He kept the streets signs full of bullet holes Back then when he was raising hell You knew he was coming by the blue lights on his tail, look out Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus Now that water tower must be full of wine Let not your weary heart be troubled Turn your women and your children back outside What will we do on Friday nights Without John Roland shootin' out the lights Carry that ol' jukebox away He traded B-9 for 'Amazing Grace' Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus Now he is living at I said he's living at the foot of He's living at the foot of the cross, oh yeah