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I stumbled on a preacher, Sunday morning, All decked out and made up for TV, Askin' for some money from God's people: Talking all that high theology. Well, I might be just an old blue collar: There's things about the Lord that I don't know. But I bet he never had a million dollars, Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes. 'Cause Jesus was a country boy, Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned, He never met a stranger. Born in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a manger. Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner, Livin' with the sinners like me. Makes me think, Jesus was a country boy. My Daddy never cared much for religion, And my Mama worried a lot about his soul. She'd hit her knees and pray for him on Sunday, While Daddy hit his favorite fishin' hole. You see, Daddy was a rebel and a rambler, But I always knew he loved my Mama so. An' I never doubted he'd make it to Heaven, 'Cause it ain't who you are, it's who you know. An' Daddy knew: that Jesus was a country boy, Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned, He never met a stranger. Born in a barn underneath the stars, His Mama laid him in a manger. Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner, Livin' with the sinners like me. Makes me think, Jesus was a country boy. Oh, yes, and I believe that Jesus was a country boy.