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I never was the prayinâ kind. I never knew what to say. I always thought God was somewhere out there, a million miles away. Watchinâ everything I did. Waitinâ to strike me down. Until I did a little readinâ and this is what I found...
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Jesus was a workinâ man, they said he was a long hair. Some kind of roughneck redneck rebel from Galilee. A healer with callused hands, not afraid to fight and bleed. Well maybe somebody like that could love somebody like me.
I think if he was here today, heâd hang around us simple souls. I think heâd watch football games and Nascar, I think heâd like rock and roll. Heâd be down at the local bar, takinâ his best friends keys. Heâd probably volunteer down there at the mission, Especially on Christmas Eve Oh!!!
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An ordinary carpenter in ordinary clothes. He didnât have to come down to Earth, but Heaven Knows!
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A healer with callused hands, not afraid to fight and bleed. Well maybe somebody like that can love somebody like me! Maybe somebody like that could love somebody like me. âCause Jesus was a workinâ man.
- Album:
- Hillbilly Superstar (EP)