Jesus Stole My Baby

Jes[A]us stole [G]my baby    [A]              [G]
Jes[A]us stole [G]my girl    [A]              [G]
He [A]took her [G]away for an[A] hour ever[G]y sunday
And[C] cut all of h[D]er beautifu[E]l curls

She was alwa[A]ys eas[G]y seve[D]n days of the week
Now she's a [A]bore a[G]nd I'v[D]e seen it before
She thinks i[C]t give[D]s her [E]some kind of mystique

Said th[A]at she[G] just [D]want's to save me
Said yo[A]u can'[G]t go o[D]n the way that you are
She cha[A]sed al[G]l my f[D]riends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides m[C]y ciga[D]rettes[E] and steals my guitar

[E] [A] [D]

And it's a [E]long t[A]ime si[D]nce she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another sim[G]ple bo[C]y on t[B]he telephone line
And though [E]she is[A] livin[D]g here with me, I'm aching to be free
She takes i[G]t all [C]so god[B] damn seriously

Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains

Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in

Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it is

And I'm lost here among the clowns, Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones, of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone

And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me, I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously