Some of my friends got down to
Je sus
Some of my friends got down to
Jesus
Some got down to
God
Some got down to
God
He wasn't dead
He's just on a nod
He's just on a nod
Louie the
Hook had a hunger
Way down in his soul
He'd hit his destination
If hell had been his goal
He bruises and he ulcers
In places you can't guess
It's safe to say that he made his play
But
Louis was a mess
Now
Louis needed money
In a very desperate way
He felt his hour approaching
He was turnin' very gray
Went down the road
come a preacher
Hustlin' for the
Lord
He laid his eyes on
Louie
But he did not speak a word
Preacher looked at
Louie
And he broke out in a grin
I'd rightly say by your shade of gray, baby
I know the fix you're in
Louie just kept a -starin'
Thinkin' he'd hit the mark
I get on your wagon, preacher,
you just put the horse before the cart
The preacher's eyes grew more,
and he shouted to the
Lord
Before I'm done, he'll talk in tongues,
he shall know the word
Upon his book he pounded, as
Louis began to sweat
If life is just a gamble,
he thought he'd lost the bet
But the preacher had a silken suit
and a new hall down the street
And rocks on every finger,
man, he was cruel and not discreet
So
Louie sized the preacher,
lookin' deep within his soul
The way he stepped,
reckon he got a thousand dollar roll
The preacher raged, the preacher roared,
till the crowd had come to stare
And
Louie the
Hook get religion down on
his knees in prayer
When up jumped
Louie shaky, crying,
I have seen the light
Preacher
Hugh's chuckling,
you know he thought he'd won the fight
But
Louie quick as crystal got
the spirit to his feet
He passed the hat, he got sixty bucks,
and he beat it on down the street
Now a story needs a moral,
as a song must have an end
For junkies and preachers,
a man don't need for friends
Life is just a hustle,
you got to pay for your mistakes
But if
Jesus
Christ was a preacher,
he got the short end of the tape
Some of my friends got down to
Je sus
Some of my friends got down to
Jesus
And some got down to
God
Some got down to
God
He wasn't dead, baby
He's just on the naught
He's just on the naught
I don't know the hell
I'm supposed to do here.