| 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 says? |
| 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, 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 says, «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, 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, «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, «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?' |