| I saw a garage sale, pulled up in the yard
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| Found a statue of Jesus, it was eight feet tall
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| He held out His arms, and He seemed all alone
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| So I loaded Him up, and I drove Him home
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| Out by my driveway, He looks down the street
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| Long hair and sandals made of rebar and concrete
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| I painted Him white with a long purple robe
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| He’s a Rock of Ages on our gravel road
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| Standing taller than a tree
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| A bigger man than you or me
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| I thought losing my job was the end of the world
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| 'Til my best pal ran off with my best girl
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| I felt suicidal with no real friends
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| So I walked outside with a rope in my hand
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| Out by the statue there’s a big old tree
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| So I stood on His shoulders and I counted to three
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| I had every intention of buying the farm
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| But when I jumped off, He caught me in His arms
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| Standing taller than a tree
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| A bigger man than you or me
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| I wanted to return the favor to Him
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| 'Cause I never had a more solid friend |
| So I planted some flowers all around His feet
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| And I bought Him a flock of ceramic sheep
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| Standing taller than a tree
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| He’s an eight-hundred pound Jesus
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| A bigger man than you or me
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| He’s a bigger man than you or me
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| Yeah |