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The boy gets a guitar and starts writing songs
About whiskey and women and getting too stoned
He got all three at the first show he played
Hometown said, I don't think she's done it that way
The boy moves to the city, lives fast and goes hard
Starts chasing the devil through honky-tonk bars
Ignoring the voices in his head that say
I don't think Jesus done it this way
If I was him, I'd say to hell with you
Ain't no helping you
Find someone else to give heaven to
I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
The boy's all alone, got no one to turn to
Fingers he'll break, cause what else could he do
He says, I wish you would've woke me up an easier way
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
If I was him, I'd say to hell with you
Ain't no helping you
Find someone else to give heaven to
I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
The world likes to rear back and throw a few stones
Some boy wants to throw a few stones of his own
But Lord knows I ain't perfect and it ain't my place
And I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all sure that Jesus done it that way