The Ballad of Cactus Jack

Dedicated to “Cactus” Jack Whitt, 1933–2023 (©September 29, 2004)

Well . . . Cactus Jack, the preacher man traveled all around.

With his guitar and his bass, he made a special sound.

CHORUS

Oh, Cactus Jack, won’t you tell again that story that’s so old:

How Jesus was born in a stable, so the good news could be told.

Well . . . Cactus Jack, on Sunday morn’, he preached the Word of God,

And sometimes he’d break into song. Now don’t you think that’s odd?

CHORUS

Oh, Cactus Jack, won’t you tell again that story that’s so old:

How Jesus preached in Galilee, so the good news could be told.

Well . . . Cactus Jack never wanted for earthly wealth or fame.

His treasure is in heaven, where God’s promise he will claim.

CHORUS

Oh, Cactus Jack, won’t you tell again that story that’s so old:

How Jesus made some promises, so the good news could be told.

Well . . . Cactus Jack had a great faith. Sal-va-tion he did know.

E-ter-nal his security as gospel seeds he’d sow.

CHORUS

Oh, Cactus Jack, won’t you tell again that story that’s so old:

How Jesus died on Calvary, so the good news could be told.

And that’s the Ballad of Cactus Jack.

Thanks for reading.

Amy Potter