He's halfin' his sandwich, his chips and Baby Ruth
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Puttin' them back in a sack his mama packed
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With a sticker that say's ¡®Jesus Loves You¡¯
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He's jumpin off the bus, runnin' in the house
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Talkin' to mom about his day
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Hidin' that paper sack in a baseball glove
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Ridin' his bike straight to the freeway
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Where there's an old man with a shoppin' cart
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With a dirty face and a purple heart
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Who's sayin' son you'll never know how much this means
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Boy say's
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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If I were reachin' out to you
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Wouldn't you give me food to eat if I were hungry to
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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Tonight, that little boy's dad is flyin' down the freeway
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It's pourin' rain as he leaves the road
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He's rolling down that concrete bank
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Through the flames and the broken glass
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An old man takes his hand
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Finds a cell phone on the backseat
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He's sayin' get here fast as you can
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Now the bum that lives beneath the bridge
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Pulls him safely from that flooding ditch
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Man asked why'd you risk your life to save mine
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He said
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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If I were reachin' out to you
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Wouldn't you try to save my life, if I needed you to
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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Now he's layin' in that hospital bed prayin' a silent prayer
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And he can't help but ask him,
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Lord, did you put that beggar there
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As a nurse pulls back the curtains
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All he can see is a billboard sign
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A sixty foot Jesus hangin' on the cross
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At the bottom, just one line
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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Wouldn't you do this for me
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Wouldn't you
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Wouldn't You Do This For Me?
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| Billy Ray Cyrus |
