Alabama Boy

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
His voice like thunder
You won't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry

Alabama boy inside a man
Living your life the best that you can
With a childhood full of not enough
Now ya coulda chose hate but ya chose love

You're in the room
It's there on your face
It's 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
Alabama boy inside a man living your life the best as you can.
With a childhood full of not enough.
Now ya coulda chose hate but ya chose love.

And I don't even know you
But I've know you forever

We were forged in the same holy fire
And those 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

Alabama boy inside a man
Living your life the best that you can
With a childhood full of not enough
Now ya coulda chose hate but ya chose love
Yeah yeah coulda chose hate but ya chose love