| He always wore those worn out flip-flops
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| Spent hours in his Daddy’s workshop
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| he loved being on the water
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| Fishing with His friends
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| He always listened to the old folks
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| When they’d tell stories and crack jokes
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| Didn’t talk back to his Mama
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| When she got onto Him
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| Oh, that’s just the way He was raised
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| Had to finish all His chores 'fore He could go outside and play
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| they always went to church that’s were he learned how to pray
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| And that’s just the way He was raised
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| He grew His hair out when He got older
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| Grew it clear down to His shoulders
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| Started hanging with the outcasts
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| When He went off to town
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| Some called Him a troublemaker
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| Even some said a lawbreaker
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| No matter how they talked about Him
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| He never put nobody down
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| 'Cause that’s just the way He was raised
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| When people start to gossip, He’d just walk away
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| He always loved his neighbor no matter what they’d say
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| Oh, that’s just the way He was raised
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| On a cross, on a hill
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| That longhaired boy was killed
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| All our sins washed away
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| When He walked out of that grave
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| Oh, that’s just the way He was raised
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| there’s no way we can measure
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| The sacrifice He made
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| He knew He had to die
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| For our debt to be paid
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| Oh, that’s just the way He was raised
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| It took the hand of God to roll the stone away
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| And that’s just the way He was raised
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| Yeah, that’s just the way He was raised |