Jesus Gonna Make It Alright
Lyrics David Childers

Written by: Michael Franks

Produced by: Robert Childers, Neal Harper

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Took my body to the doctor
He said man you might not live through the night
I carried my body back home to my Momma
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.

I carried my head down to the drugstore
I said Man I got to get help before you know I die
I carried my broken head back to my Momma
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.

I carried my head down to see the Gypsy
Check me out and tell me if I'll die
Carried my broken head back to my Mamma
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.

I used to keep my head all mixed up with violence
All we ever did was fuss and fight
I turned those weapons back over to my Mama
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.
Saying Jesus gonna make it all right.

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"Again, it's reflective rhythmically of the frantic urban setting we live and create in. This ain't country music. The farms around here got concreted over years ago and the city lights shine day and night. Abe Reid brought this one to the studio and it fit right in. It's that facing down fear and trusting in Jesus thing again. Treating spiritual disease." - David Childers

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