Alabama Boy Lyrics - Alice Peacock

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 

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