Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was, but he was something else
From these Cadillac riding saviour swells
Who save a little something for themselves,
Jesus was a saviour, too.

Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
He did not sit on a throne in state,
He did not eat from a golden plate,
But he sat with beggars at the gate.
Jesus was a saviour, too.

Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
The people rose and followed him
Cause he was a worker like the rest of them,
And the Wobblies called him Jerusalem Slim,
And Jesus was a saviour, too.

Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
He walked with the sinners and the poor,
And he drove the bankers out the temple door,
And the soldiers gambled for the cloak he wore,
And Jesus was a saviour, too.

Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
He walked in the world like you and me,
And he dared the people to be free,
So the bosses nailed him to a tree,
And Jesus was a saviour, too.

Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was a saviour, too.
Jesus was, but he was something else
From these Cadillac riding saviour swells
Who save a little something for themselves,
Jesus was a saviour, too.