Written by Bob Bortnick and Mark Linkous

LYRICS
Well I’m almost drowning
Your tears are my sea
Since they sent a posse
To prosecute me
You’ve got a habit
Of breaking your rules
I can’t stay around now
Being a tool
Of a fool like you
Well you’ve got your own private Jesus
Does he make you feel holy?
You’ve got your own private Jesus
Well you’ve got no time now
But you have money to burn
Me I got a hard time
And lessons to learn
You should have taken
Much more than you gave
You read like the victim
But I will be saved
Yes I will be saved
You’ve got your own private Jesus
Does he make you feel holy?
You’ve got your own private Jesus
Does he make you feel pure?
How much can you endure?
It’s all puppet dancing
And moving by wire
You’re just an appendage
To some lame messiah
You won’t get any higher
You’ve got your own private Jesus
Does he make you feel holy?
You’ve got your own private Jesus
Does he make you feel pure?
You’ve got your own private Jesus
You’ve got your own private Jesus

CREDITS
Mark Linkous: Electric and acoustic guitars, voice
Bob Bortnick: Voice, guitar
Don Short: Drums
Mike Garacino: Bass
Denny Fongheiser: Drums, percussion
Al Perkins: Pedal steel
Honey West: Voice
Jeff Daniel: Keyboards
Chris Cacavas: Keyboards
Dave Woodford: Saxes
Doug Atwell: Fiddle

PRODUCTION
Recorded at Rumbo Recorders
Produced by Greg Edwards
Engineered by Stan Katayama
Assisted by Gina Immel
Mixed by Greg Edward and Jim Dineen at Grey Room
Mastered by Stephen Marcussen at Precision Mastering

RELEASES
Dancing Hoods: Hallelujah Anyway

Note: Credits refer to album not song…