They Call Me Jesus

Music/Lyrics: Don de Leaumont

He strolls out of the woods everyday or so,

wrapped in tattered garments, and nowhere to go.

Walking down the boulevard with a smile upon his face.

He's just on a mission, to make a better place.

With eye that seem to understand, and ears that seem to hear,

Every word that's spoken, be it far or near.

With his Waffle House philosophies, he preaches to the youth,

with attentive eyes, they see his stories, of peace, and of truth.

CHORUS:              He spoke just like a wise man, but he didn't look the part.

                                Rolling smokes with one hadn, to us a dazzing art.

                                Once we asked him who he wass, and what was his name.

                                He said "They call me  Jesus, because we look the same!"

He never asked for money, nothing in return.

For the little lessons, he gave to us to learn.

Maybe a cup of coffee, we would spare a dime,

To have him stay a little longer, and share with us his time.

Now that I am older, and I have left that place.

We all found our different lives, some found different face.

I can't help but think, about the kids out there today.

Sharing a cup of coffee, with a man with much to say..

CHORUS/OUT.