Jackson Browne - The rebel jesus

^DAll the streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of t^Ghe season ^A And the merchants' ^Dwindows are all bright With the faces of ^Dmaj7the children ^Bm And the families ^Ghurrying to their homes ^D As the sky dark^Gens and freezes ^D We'll be gathering ar^Gound their hearths and tables ^D Giving thanks f^Bmor God's graces ^A And the birth of t^Ghe rebel Jesus ^{A D}

^DWell they call him by the prince of peace And they call him ^Gby the savior ^A And they pray to him^D upon the seas And in every ^Dmaj7bold endeavor ^Bm And they fill His ^Gchurches with their pride and gold ^D As their faith in^G Him increases ^D But they've turned the ^Gnature that I worshipped in ^D From a temple ^Bmto a robber's den ^A In the words ^Gof the rebel Jesus ^{A D}

^DWe guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our ^Gfine possessions ^A And once ^Da year when Christmas comes We give^Dmaj7 to our relations ^Bm And perhaps we giv^Ge a little to the poor ^D If the genero^Gsity should seize us ^D But if any ^Gone of us should interfere ^D In the busine^Bmss of why there are^A poor They get the same as the^G rebel Jesus ^{A D}

But pard^Don me if I have seemed To take ^Gthe tone of judgment ^A For I've no wi^Dsh to come between This day^Dmaj7 and your enjoyment ^Bm In a lif^Ge of hardship and of earthly toil ^D There’s a need fo^Gr anything that frees us ^D So I bid yo^Gu pleasure And I bid yo^Du cheer From a heathen ^Bmand a pagan ^A On the side of ^Gthe rebel Jesus ^{A D}