Born on the fourth of July.

by Andrea Elizabeth

This year for Valentines Day George gave us seasons tickets to Fort Worth’s Circle Theater to see their five plays. Last night’s The Whipping Man was about two newly emancipated Jewish slaves and their ex-master’s son reuniting in their shattered home under dishonorable circumstances after Lee surrendered. All three actors were debuting at this theater and did a very good job. I’ve never been to a play there so well-received by the audience.

On the way home Pandora selected “Jesus the Mexican Boy”. The title on the screen reminded me of my nursing school experience with Jesus, until I learned he was just Haysuse. Back then I would have been offended at the lyrics and thought the singer deserved The Whipping Man.

Jesus the Mexican boy
born in a truck on the fourth of July
gave me a card with a lady naked on the back
Barefoot at night on the road
Fireworks blooming above in the sky
I never knew I was given the best one from the deck

He never wanted nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Gave me a ride on the back of his bike
Out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet
Drunk on Calliope songs
We met a home-wrecking carnival girl
He’s never asked for a favor or the money yet

Jesus the Mexican boy
Born in a truck on the 4th of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
Fearing he wouldn’t approve
We made a lie that was feeble at best
Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly

I never gave him nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign
Naked the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why

Maybe he does deserve him, but now I think so do I.

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