When I was a little boy
I had my special place to get my ice cream
And the lady at the candy store
Was always so nice to me
When I was old enough for school
I remembered they picked on me
Because I had red hair and freckles on my face
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And I always was wondering
What was behind the clouds
And if god had a house to live in
In cold winter nights

He's no longer in his grave
He's risen from the dead

And when I was thirteen
I started to play in different bands
We tried to be the Beatles
And I didn't do so hot in school
I didn't care and too much about anything
I started to use drugs
The devil he worked hard on me
But one day there was Jesus knocking on my door
Asking do you want to be a singer in my band

He's no longer