You look kinda like Jesus   In those Italian paintings   You seem so familiar - maybe that's why   You're accustomed to sorrow   It's part of your make-up   You speak the language of hunger   So do I   Where was your God?   Where was your mother?   Where is the honor in hurting a child?   Your blood on his hands   A voice like thunder   You won't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry   (chorus)   Alabama boy inside a man   Living your life the best that you can   With a childhood full of not enough   You could've chose hate but you chose love   When you're in the room   It's there on your face   So clear to me that you're walking in Grace   I'm always amazed at the things that you do   You illuminate me   And those around you   And I don't even know you   But I've know you forever   We were forged by some holy fire   Far away eyes   Filled with sadness and joy   Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy   There's a raft on the river   It's sacred water   Sparkling beneath a southern sky   Little Boy Blue   Part Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer   Floating away with a dream in your eye