A                  D 
did not catch her name,  
                   E 
did not catch her tears.  
                  F#m 
it hit me like a train 
                      A  
when her story hit my ears. 
                 D  
mother of eight sons,  
                E 
father off to war,  
                F#m 
got no home address – 
                         E 
just bricks on a dirt floor.  
            D               A   
she said, "Jesus is all I need." 
 
- 
              D 
tiny plot of land,  
                   E 
corn stored up in piles.  
                  F#m 
years it doesn't rain...  
                              A  
they just stay hungry for a while.  
                   D 
no fatted calf to k*ll,  
                             E 
she made a feast of cuy and corn.  
                            F#m 
she said, "who else knew my name  
                           A 
before the day that i was born?  
  D              A 
Jesus is all i need 
 Bm7     D      A  
Jesus is all i need."  
- 
 
                        D 
she bragged about her boys – 
                          E 
how they're growin' into men,  
                                F#m  
how they learned to praise the Lord, 
                  A               
old style ecuadorian. 
                    D 
to buy the new guitar  
                      E 
she had to sell the swine.  
                        F#m                        A 
said, "my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime.  
- 
E                     A 
this world calls me poor,  
           E                A 
i bore my babies on this floor.  
E              A 
He always provides  
             D 
sure as the sun will rise.  
         B                  F#m 
so i'll sing Him songs of praise  
          B                          D 
'cause i know He'll keep me in His gaze."  
 
A      B    F#m  
B    F#m    B 
- 
                      D 
rain poured from the sky, 
                      E 
we raced back to the van.  
                         F#m 
there were tears in the eyes  
                         A 
of this poor, forgetful man.  
                 D 
mother of eight sons,  
                        E 
she knows the peace of God. 
                         F#m 
Lord, help me learn to lean 
                      A  
on Thy staff and Thy rod. 
D                A  
Jesus is all I need, 
Bm7       D     A 
Jesus is all I need.