| Song | Jesus in New Orleans |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Ohio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary's in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth | |
| She wore a dark and faded blazer | |
| With a little of the lining hanging out | |
| When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore | |
| I knew that it was him without a doubt | |
| I said the road is my redeemer | |
| I never know just what on earth I'll find | |
| In the faces of a stranger | |
| In the dark and weary corners of a mind | |
| She said, The last highway is only | |
| As far away as you are from yourself | |
| And no matter just how bad it gets | |
| It does no good to blame somebody else | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| What's revealed when you’re not looking all that close | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| I know I'm not a martyr | |
| I've never died for anyone but me | |
| The last frontier is only | |
| The stranger in the mirror that I see | |
| But when I least expect it | |
| Here and there I see my savior's face | |
| He's still my favorite loser | |
| Falling for the entire human race | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| What's revealed when you’re not looking all that close | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary's in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| What's revealed when you’re not looking all that close | |
| Ain't it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary' s in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth | |
| She wore a dark and faded blazer | |
| With a little of the lining hanging out | |
| When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore | |
| I knew that it was him without a doubt | |
| I said the road is my redeemer | |
| I never know just what on earth I' ll find | |
| In the faces of a stranger | |
| In the dark and weary corners of a mind | |
| She said, The last highway is only | |
| As far away as you are from yourself | |
| And no matter just how bad it gets | |
| It does no good to blame somebody else | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| I know I' m not a martyr | |
| I' ve never died for anyone but me | |
| The last frontier is only | |
| The stranger in the mirror that I see | |
| But when I least expect it | |
| Here and there I see my savior' s face | |
| He' s still my favorite loser | |
| Falling for the entire human race | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary' s in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary' s in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth | |
| She wore a dark and faded blazer | |
| With a little of the lining hanging out | |
| When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore | |
| I knew that it was him without a doubt | |
| I said the road is my redeemer | |
| I never know just what on earth I' ll find | |
| In the faces of a stranger | |
| In the dark and weary corners of a mind | |
| She said, The last highway is only | |
| As far away as you are from yourself | |
| And no matter just how bad it gets | |
| It does no good to blame somebody else | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| I know I' m not a martyr | |
| I' ve never died for anyone but me | |
| The last frontier is only | |
| The stranger in the mirror that I see | |
| But when I least expect it | |
| Here and there I see my savior' s face | |
| He' s still my favorite loser | |
| Falling for the entire human race | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most | |
| The last time I saw Jesus | |
| I was drinking bloody mary' s in the South | |
| In a barroom in New Orleans | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| What' s revealed when you' re not looking all that close | |
| Ain' t it crazy | |
| How we put to death the ones we need the most |