[Verse 1] Well I pulled outta Dallas, left that girl behind, Heart heavy like this rig I drive. Coffee gone cold, just like her love, Silence got me seeking help from above. The highway’s singin’ low, like a gospel choir, Wind talkin’ soft through the worn-out tires. As that bobble-head Jesus on my dash Just nods like, “Son, this hurt won’t last.” [Pre-Chorus] Jesus, get me through these pain-filled miles, I’ve been drivin’ too long with a tear-stained smile. This rig keeps rollin’, but I’m barely holdin’ on- So be my strength now that she's gone [Chorus] Have you met my friend Jesus? He don’t ride in the back, He’s front row on my dashboard, watchin’ for cracks. He don’t preach, just nods when the road gets tough, But that little smile says, “Son, you’re enough.” He’s right here on my dash, as I’m changing gears- Have you met my friend Jesus? He’s been with me for years. [Verse 2] Saw her standin’ at the off-ramp, thumb up in the air, Dust on her hat and a hundred-mile stare. She said, “I ain’t got much, just tryin’ to get through,” I said, “Climb on in, I’ve been there too.” We rode in silence, then she asked me why I talk to that noddin’ plastic guy. I smiled and said, “It might sound strange to you, But He’s helped me more than a few.” [Pre-Chorus] Jesus, get us through these pain-filled miles, We've been drivin’ too long with tear-stained smiles. This rig keeps rollin’, but we're barely holdin’ on- So be our strength out here on our own. [Chorus] Have you met my friend Jesus? He don’t ride in the back, He’s front row on my dashboard, watchin’ for cracks. He don’t preach, just nods when the road gets tough, But that little smile says, “Son, you’re enough.” He’s stuck with me, through skies gray and blue- Have you met my friend Jesus? He’ll ride with you too. Oh woah He’ll ride with you too. [Interlude] [Bridge] You can cuss at the sky, slam fists on the wheel, Break down cryin’ ’cause the pain don’t heal. When you’re outta prayers and the bottle’s done He’ll nod, sayin’, “I've got you, son" [Outro] As the sun sank low, we followed them lines, Her hand found mine, like our stars aligned. She laughed soft, said, “Ain’t this meant to be?” And I swear that bobble-head Jesus just winked at me. No shining light, no voices from the sky Just a quiet kind of grace you can’t deny. He works in ways you don’t always see… But tonight, He gave her hand to me. Thank you Jesus
