| I stumbled on a preacher Sunday mornin''
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| All decked out and made up for TV
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| Askin' for some money from God’s people
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| Talkin' all that high theology
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| Well, I might be just an old blue collar
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| There’s things about the Lord that I don’t know
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| But I bet he never had a million dollars
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| Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes
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| 'Cause Jesus was a country boy
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| Walkin' down a dirt road with everything that He owned
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| He never met a stranger
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| Born in a barn underneath the stars
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| His momma laid Him in a manger
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| Swimmin' in the river
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| Fishin' for His dinner
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| Livin' with the sinners like me
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| Makes me think
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| Jesus was a country boy
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| My daddy never cared much for religion
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| And my mama worried a lot about his soul
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| She’s hit her knees and pray for him on Sunday
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| While daddy hit his favorite fishin' hole
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| You see daddy was a rebel and a rambler
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| But I always knew he loved my momma so
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| I never doubted, he’d make it to heaven
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| 'Cause it’s not who you are, it’s who you know
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| And daddy knew
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| That Jesus was a country boy
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| Walkin' down a dirt road with everything that He owned
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| He never met a stranger
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| Born in a barn underneath the stars
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| His momma laid Him in a manger
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| Swimmin' in the river
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| Fishin' for His dinner
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| Livin' with the sinners like me
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| Makes me think
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| Jesus was a country boy
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| Oh yes and I believe
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| That Jesus was a country boy |