Lyrics:

Telephone to the the southland
Heartbeaten soul through my shoes
Afternoon's drunk with the pirates
And it's Jesus that sings the blues

It's Jesus that sings the blues
With ether the hymms bleed through
The devil gets all the glory
But it's Jesus that sings the blues

Big chief cries on the hillside
New world killed his children, too
Motives breeded murder
And it's Jesus that sings the blues

It's Jesus that sings the blues
With ether the dreams break through
The devil gets all the glory
But it's Jesus that sings the blues

Glory (my, my, yeah)
Glory (my, my, yeah)
Glory (my, my, yeah)
Glory (my, my, yeah)

Can a young man hide in his closet
Can a young man hide the news
Will a pistol ride in his temple
It's Jesus that sings the blues

It's Jesus that sings the blues
With ether the hymm bleeds through
The devil gets all the glory
But it's Jesus that sings the blues

Truth
Blood
Fire
Alcohol
Sun
Dancin'
My makin'
My makin'

Telephone to the the southland
Heartbeaten soul through my shoes
Afternoon hangin' the sinner
And it's Jesus that sings the blues

Well, it's Jesus that sings the blues
With ether the hymms beat through
The devil gets all the glory, yeah
But it's Jesus that sings the blues

I said Glory, my, my
Truth, my, my
Blood, my, my
Fire, my, my, yeah
Alcohol, my, my, yea-ah
My, my, yeah
My, my, yeah
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my
My, my