Cya - Woody lyrics

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 this 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's living at the foot of the cross