Pulled into town about twelve o'clock
Looking for a place to sleep
Stood in line at the Stop N Shop
Got something filling and cheap
Went to my room and popped a beer
Pulled a Gideon from the dresser drawer
Thumbed the pages till one came clear
Like always John chapter four
Far from home in an enemy quarter
Jesus spoke to a woman like me
Offered her a taste of living water
Forgave her and set her free
Didn't take them long to track me down
I don't have the skills of a con
They found me in a little border town
Where I was trying to sell my gun
Maybe it's prison that's keeping me sane
I'm so weary of running away
Freedom's no good when it comes with pain
Freedom’s in truth or so they say
If Huntsville were Samaria
I'd sit here by this well
Until the prophet found me
And called me from my cell
Like the woman of Samaria
My life's not what I planned
I shaped my heart to fit the love
Of a Texas outlaw man
When things went bad, I left him dead
Poisoned the well and then I ran
And now that gospel story
Haunts me like his hands
The path I took was the path I saw
I can't say that things are much worse
If I'd stayed with him and took any more
I know he'd have killed me first
It's John who holds me to the woman inside
And she's more than the tears and the scars
She is the one who can testify
Not all prisons are made of bars
Far from home in an enemy quarter
Jesus spoke to a woman like me
Offered her a taste of living water
Forgave her and set her free
Forgave her and set her free