My Way

Go tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods found Jesus Now he's livin' at the foot of the cross He testified on the main drag this evening Said his gonna spread the gospel to the lost The meanest sinner to ever live and breathe Said he's been clean and sober for a weak He said his soul was not troubled anymore He hocked his gun and gave the money to the lord Go tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods 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 had tore down Before the spirit touched his soul He left the street signs full of bullet holes Back then when he was raising hell You knew he was comin' by the blue lights on his tail Go tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods 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 night Without John Roland shootin' out the lights Carry that old jukebox away He traded B9 for amazing grace Go tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods found Jesus Now he's livin' at the foot of the cross