He always wore those worn out flip-flops
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Spent hours in his Daddy's workshop
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he loved being on the water
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Fishing with His friends
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He always listened to the old folks
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When they'd tell stories and crack jokes
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Didn't talk back to his Mama
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When she got onto Him
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Oh, that's just the way He was raised
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Had to finish all His chores 'fore He could go outside and play
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they always went to church that's were he learned how to pray
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And that's just the way He was raised
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He grew His hair out when He got older
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Grew it clear down to His shoulders
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Started hanging with the outcasts
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When He went off to town
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Some called Him a troublemaker
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Even some said a lawbreaker
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No matter how they talked about Him
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He never put nobody down
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'Cause that's just the way He was raised
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When people start to gossip, He'd just walk away
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He always loved his neighbor no matter what they'd say
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Oh, that's just the way He was raised
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On a cross, on a hill
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That longhaired boy was killed
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All our sins washed away
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When He walked out of that grave
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Oh, that's just the way He was raised
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there's no way we can measure
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The sacrifice He made
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He knew He had to die
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For our debt to be paid
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Oh, that's just the way He was raised
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It took the hand of God to roll the stone away
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And that's just the way He was raised
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Yeah, that's just the way He was raised
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The Way He Was Raised
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| Josh Turner |
