Ydam i solider of the cross A follower of the lamb And shall i fear to own his cause Or blush to speak his name (Chours) On the sea (the sea the sea) Of galilee (of galilee) My jesus is walking on the sea On the sea (the sea the sea) Of galilee (of galilee) My jesus is walking on the sea Nust i be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease While others fought to win the prize And sailed through bloody seas (Repeat chours) There shall i bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast (Repeat chours)

Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon He's right outside of my window He acts like a madman from time to time I hope he brings it to a crescendo soon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry rides his skateboard down the street He's thirty-seven years old with six children He sees the world through a ten year old boy's eyes He doesn't even notice that it's raining outside Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon But sometimes he cries He wants me to console him But I know that he's lying About everything he's told me Man in the moon Man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Says, he's prepared to suffer the consequences What is his penalty for his immaturity? Will he be cast into eternal darkness? Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon

Headed south to work to the pipeline Make some cash while in the meantime Baby jumped a bird and flew away Lordy, Lordy my mind's aching Drunken down and out and making time With anything that comes my way I staggered to the Greyhound station L.A. man's my destination Put me on the dog take me away Mobile blues baby I can't make it Got me down Lord I can't take it Here in Alabama one more day I called a friend in Frisco He said baby's in L.A. Here I am in Alabama two thousand miles away Lord I got these Mobile blues today Well I left her back in Frisco And she begged me not to go I know somebody must have told her That I travel and I lie That they saw me drunk in Mobile With some wired up chick from Jacksonville And brother did it we look like we could fly I staggered to the Greyhound station L.A. man's my destination Put me on the dog take me away Lord I got these Mobile blues today Lord I got the Mobile blues today