I used to know a drug dealer. His name was Billy Jack
The Mexican cartel cut his head off, and he ain't comin' back
God knows I sure miss my buddy; he had some killer pot
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got
The pain pill jar is empty; my Wild Irish Rose is gone
But I found a tube of model airplane glue and I'm getting' my buzz on
Why's everybody judging me when the Good Book says "Judge not."
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got
I've never felt so lonely; I've never been so blue
My world keeps getting smaller; it's down to the chosen few
I have not lost everything, but I sure have lost a lot
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got
The Glory Road Recovery Home is where I now reside
They gave me a King James bible and a sack of Purina Pride
There's a smoking section by a dead oak tree at the back of the parking lot
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got
I've never felt so lonely; I've never been so blue
My world keeps getting smaller; it's down to the chosen few
I have not lost everything, but I sure have lost a lot
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got
This old stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I've got