Jesus drinks moonshine

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...

He walked on water with a mason jar in hand,
Turned water into white light, lightin' on this Southern land.
Dusted knuckles, bare feet, blood on the vine,
Preachin' to the lost where the backwoods shine.

He ain't in stained glass, he's where his sinners meet,
On rusted out tailgates and forgotten side streets.
Nails in his boots and fire in his eyes,
He blesses outlaws with every sunrise.

(Chorus)
’Cause Jesus drinks moonshine down in the holler,
He don't turn his nose up at a poor man's dollar.
He sits with the broken, sings with the damned,
Pourin' his mercy from a copper still hand.

So pass that jug, let your worries unwind,
Forgiveness ain't pretty and the truth ain't kind.
Jesus drinks moonshine, and he walks with mine
Ain't never been...