Boy gets a guitar and starts writing songs
About whiskey and women and getting too stoned
He got all three at the first show he played
Hometown says, "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 blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes"
Oh, but I don't think Jesus does it that way

Boy's all alone got no one to turn to
It figures he'll pray cause what else could he do
He said 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 blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes"
Oh, but I don't think Jesus does it that way

The world likes to rear back and throw a few stones
So boy wants to throw a few stones of his own
Lord knows I ain't perfect, and it ain't my place
Oh, and I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all sure that Jesus done it that way?