Riding With Rebel Jesus, The Wanderer
by Ron Whitehead

holed up in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line
the government was against us an army waited for us outside
Jesus wasn't nervous he never was but neither was I
holed up in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line
Jesus was a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two
Bogota Buenos Aires Rio de Janeiro Machupicchu in Peru
Tuscon Arizona New Orleans Louisiana Havana Cuba Mexico City
Jesus was a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two
riding with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared
who was that they asked did you see his eyes did you see his hair
Jesus the wanderer was a mystery to all Jesus the wanderer was a mystery to me
riding with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared
how much longer can we hold out how much further can we go
we're holed up in Oaxaca with the army outside our door
looks like the journey's over our wandering days are done
how much longer can we hold out how much further can we run
holed up in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line
the government was against us an army waited for us outside
Jesus wasn't nervous he never was but neither was I
holed up in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of our time

Copyright (c) 2007 Ron Whitehead
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NEVER GIVE UP (poem) by His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead