| Mama’s first baby, barely two
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| Daddy needed the bottle more than you
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive
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| Mama got a rap sheet keepin' you fed
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| Said there was nothing to do instead
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive
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| Now run off to your room
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| Put that Bible in your hand
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| Don’t expect to see you soon
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| Looks like you found your promise land
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive
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| Barely 17 and a voice of gold
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| Gave up the guitar to save your soul
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| Mama keeps saying everything’s cool
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| But you know different from the kids in school
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive
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| Now the world just thinks you’re crazy
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| The preachers say you’re lazy
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| But glory to the Highest — glory to the Highest
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| Mama’s poor baby at 32 — Daddy’s still drunk
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| He blames you
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive
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| Gave up on the world you never saw
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| Gave your life to a God that ignored it all
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| Praise the Lord — Hallelujah — you’re alive |