Alec Benjamin - Jesus in LA: chords

               Dm7                  C
Well, I shook hands with the devil down on the south side
        G                Am7
And he bought us both a drink
       Dm7               C
With a pad and a pencil sat by his side
         G            Am7
I said "Tell me what you think"

           Dm7                C
I've been looking for my savior, looking for my truth
  G               Am7
I even asked my shrink
              Dm7                 C
He brought me down to his level, said "Son, you're not special
           G              Am7
You won't find him where you think"

Chorus:
                           Dm7    C
You won't find him down on Sunset
                      G   Am
Or at a party in the hills
                     Dm7    C
At the bottom of the bottle
                                 G   Am
Or when you're tripping on some pills
          Dm7                 C
When they sold you the dream you were just 16
          G           Am
Packed a bag and ran away
                    Dm7                C
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
                       G        Am
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
                    Dm                 C
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

Took a sip of his whiskey
Said, "Now that you're with me
Well, I think that you should stay
Yeah, I know you've been busy
Searching through the city
So let me share the way

"I know I'm not your savior
Know I'm not your truth
But I think we could be friends"
He said, "Come down to my level
Hang out with the devil
Let me tell you, in the end...

Chorus

C
And that is when I knew that it was time to go home
G/B
And that is when I realized that I was alone
Am
And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away
F                             G
And I don't care what they say

Chorus:
You won't find him down on sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you're tripping on some pills
When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen
Packed a bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
I won't find him down on sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when I'm tripping on some pills
When they sold me the dream, I was just sixteen
Packed my bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame I came all this way
'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA
And it's a crying shame I came all this way
'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA