| Well when I was young, had the wrong kind of fun man
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| I was restless, so restless
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| Had my share of fights, got licked once or twice
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| Man I was reckless, so reckless
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| But Sunday morning service, momma would kneel at the cross
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| Preacher’d look straight at me, and he’d lay down the law
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| All because
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| I was a cross between a sinner and a saint
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| Cross between what you are and what you ain’t
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| I’ve been a rebel, cursed the devil, really raised my share of hell
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| But God can see the good my momma can
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| I’m a cross between a sinner and a saint
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| Jesus hung on the tree, right between those two thieves
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| One was a laughing, he just kept on laughing
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| Said come on use that crown, can’t you get us down
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| Make it happen, can’t you make it happen
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| The other man said hey why don’t you leave him along
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| He is greatness he’s done nothing wrong
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| But Jesus hung on
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| A cross between a sinner and a saint
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| Caught between what we are and what we ain’t
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| He took the nails, he paid the price, and made the needed sacrifice
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| Thank the Lord that he did what he can
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| On a cross between a sinner and a saint
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| On a cross between a sinner and a saint
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| Caught between what we are and what we ain’t
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| He took the nails, he paid the price, and made the needed sacrifice
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| Thank the Lord that he did what he can
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| On a cross between a sinner and a saint |