friday morning

Saw these lyrics for the first time yesterday. (Thanks Andrew Picard!)
Loving the irony in this song.  Carter was obviously gifted.

It was on a Friday morning
that they took me from the cell
and I saw they had a carpenter
to crucify as well
You can blame it on to Pilate
You can blame it on the Jews
You can blame it on the Devil
It’s God I accuse
It’s God they ought to crucify
instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter,
a-hanging on the tree 

You can blame it on to Adam
You can blame it on to Eve
You can blame it on the apple,
but that I can’t believe
It was God that made the Devil
And the woman and the man
And there wouldn’t be an apple
If it wasn’t in the plan
It’s God they ought to crucify
instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter,
a-hanging on the tree

Now Barabbas was a killer
And they let Barabbas go
But you are being crucified
For nothing that I know
And your God is up in Heaven
and He doesn’t do a thing
With a million angels watching
and they never move a wing
It’s God they ought to crucify
instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter,
a-hanging on the tree

To hell with Jehova
To the carpenter I said
I wish that a carpenter
had made the world instead
Goodbye and good luck to you
our ways will soon divide
Remember me tomorrow
The man you hung beside
It’s God they ought to crucify
instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter,
a-hanging on the tree