| Little boy walks in with a bloody nose,
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| Got beat up on his way home from school, aga-in,
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| His dad caught him running out the back,
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| Tears in his eyes and a baseball bat, oo revenge,
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| (Bridge)
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| Said son I won’t stop ya, but before you go,
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| Let me tell you a little story bout the toughest man I know,
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| You hit him and he just turns the other cheek,
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| Don’t think for a minute he was weak,
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| Cause in the end he showed them,
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| He was any-thing but frail,
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| They hammered him to a cross,
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| But he was tougher than nails,
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| Well he droped that bat like it weighed a ton,
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| Father put his arms around his son and said, just let it go--oo,
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| Believe me I’ve been in your shoes,
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| Had to ask myself what would Jesus do, here’s what I know,
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| (Bridge)
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| Whenever I’m in doubt, I look up what he said,
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| It’s all there in the good book, in black and whitnd red,
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| Hit him and he just turns the other cheek,
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| Don’t think for a minute he was weak,
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| Cause in the end he showed them,
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| He was any-thing but frail,
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| They hammered him to a cross,
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| But he was tougher than nails,
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| Yea in the end he showed them,
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| He was any-thing but frail,
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| They hammered him to a cross,
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| But he was tougher than nails,
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| Tougher than nails, oh, oh, oh, |