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