Alabama Boy Lyrics

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

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
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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

You look kinda like Jesus
In those Italian paintings
You seem so familiar, maybe that's why