| You was a baby like I was once
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| You was cryin' in the early mornin'
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| You was born in a stable, Lord
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| Reid Memorial is where I was born
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| They wrapped You in swaddling clothes
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| Me they dressed in baby blue
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| Well, I was twelve years old
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| In the meeting house
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| Listening to the old men pray
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| And I was tryin' hard to figure out
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| What it was that they was tryin' to say
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| There You were in the temple
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| They said You weren’t old enough
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| To know the things You knew
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| Well, did You grow up hungry?
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| Did You grow up fast?
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| Did the little girls giggle
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| When You walked past?
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| Did You wonder what it was
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| That made them laugh?
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| And did they tell You stories
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| 'Bout the saints of old?
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| Stories about their faith?
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| They say stories like that
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| Make a boy grow bold
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| Stories like that make
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| A man walk straight
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| And You was a boy like I was once
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| But was You a boy like me
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| Well, I grew up around Indiana
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| You grew up around Galilee
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| And if I ever really do grow up
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| Lord, I want to grow up
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| And be just like You
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| Well, did You wrestle with a dog
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| And lick his nose?
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| Did You play beneath the spray
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| Of a water hose?
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| Did You ever make angels
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| In the winter snow?
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| And did they tell You stories
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| 'Bout the saints of old?
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| Stories about their faith?
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| They say stories like that
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| Make a boy grow bold
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| Stories like that make
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| A man walk straight
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| Did You ever get scared
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| Playing hide and seek?
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| Did You try not to cry
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| When You scraped Your knee?
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| Did You ever skip a rock
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| Across a quiet creek?
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| And did they tell You stories
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| 'Bout the saints of old?
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| Stories about their faith?
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| They say stories like that
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| Make a boy grow bold
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| Stories like that make
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| A man walk straight
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| I really may just grow up
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| And be like you someday |