I got a buddy stuck to leather staring back at me

He's got a chipped white robe and a cracked left knee

Bouncing with the rhythm as I hit the gas

A holy little passenger who's built to last



[Verse 2]

The highway hums like a choir gone wild

Dusty winds blowing

Reckless a crazy ride

The devil trys to get to me

But he can't compete

A six inch high savior in Texas heat



[Chorus]

With my dashboard Jesus

Keep me in line

Through the red lights and the borderline

When the road gets rough and my faith loses it's bling

You're my plastic prophet through the thick and thin



[Verse 3]

Cigarette smoke curling

Halo in disguise

His eyes don't blink but they see through lies

Preacher on the radio preaching doom

But the way I see it's not happening soon

[Chorus]

With my dashboard Jesus

Keep me in line

Through the red lights and the borderline

When the road gets rough and my faith loses it's bling

You're my plastic prophet through the thick and thin

[Bridge]

He's got a few miracles

Without the parlor tricks

That steady gaze through the windshield's fix

A bobblehead blessing with a crooked smile



[Chorus]

With my dashboard Jesus

Keep me in line

Through the red lights and the borderline

When the road gets rough and my faith loses it's bling

You're my plastic prophet through the thick and thin

You're my Dashboard

With my dashboard Jesus

Last edited by bennash; 09/28/25 01:46 AM.
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Different roads, but the same means.