You look kinda like Jesus
In those Italian paintings
You seem so familiar - maybe that`s why
You`re accustomed to sorrow
It`s part of your make-up
You speak the language of hunger
So do I
Where was your God?
Where was your mother?
Where is the honor in hurting a child?
Your blood on his hands
A voice like thunder
You won`t give him the pleasure of seeing you cry
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Alabama boy inside a man
Living your life the best that you can
With a childhood full of not enough
You could`ve chose hate but you chose love
When you`re in the room
It`s there on your face
So clear to me that you`re walking in Grace
I`m always amazed at the things that you do
You illuminate me
And those around you
And I don`t even know you
But I`ve know you forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There`s a raft on the river
It`s sacred water
Sparkling beneath a southern sky
Little Boy Blue
Part Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer
Floating away with a dream in your eye Send " Alabama Boy" Ringtone to your Cell