A boy gets a guitar and starts writing songs

'bout whiskey and women and getting too stoned

And he got all three at the first show he played

Hometown said, "I don't think jesus done it that way"

Boy moves to city, lives fast and goes hard

Starts chasing the devil through honky-tonk bars

Ignoring the voices in his head that say

"I don't think jesus done it this way".

If I was him I'd say, "to hell with you, ain't no helping you"

Find someone else to give heaven to, I'm telling you

I'd shame me, I'd blame me

I'd make me pay for my mistakes

But I don't think jesus does it that way.

Boy's all alone, got no one to turn to

He figures he'll pray 'cause what else could he do?

He says, "I wish you would've woke me up an easier way"

But I don't think jesus does it that way.

If I was him I'd say, "to hell with you, ain't no helping you"

Find someone else to give heaven to, I'm telling you

I'd shame me, I'd blame me

I'd make me pay for my mistakes

But I don't think jesus does it that way.

World likes to rear back and throw a few stones

So boy wants to throw a few stones of his own

But lord knows I ain't perfect, and it ain't my place

And I don't think jesus done it that way

Are y'all sure that jesus done it that way?