Jesus In New Orleans

The last time I saw Jesus I was drinking bloody mary's in the South In a barroom in New Orleans Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth She wore a dark and faded blazer With a little of the lining hanging out When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore I knew that it was him without a doubt I said, "The road's been my redeemer I never know just what on earth I'll find In the faces of a stranger In the dark and weary corners of a mind" She said, "The last highway is only As far away as you are from yourself No matter just how bad it gets It does no good to blame somebody else" Oh, ain't it crazy What's revealed when you're not looking all that close? Oh, ain't it crazy How we put to death the one's we need the most? I know I'm not a martyr I've never died for anyone but me The last frontier is only The stranger in the mirror that I see But when I least expect it Here and there I see my savior's face He's still my favorite loser Falling for the entire human race Oh, ain't it crazy What's revealed when you're not looking all that close? Oh, ain't it crazy How we put to death the one's we need the most? The last time I saw Jesus I was drinking bloody mary's in the South In a barroom in New Orleans Oh, ain't it crazy What's revealed when you're not looking all that close? Oh, ain't it crazy How we put to death the one's we need the most? Oh hey, yeah