You was a baby like I was once

You was cryin' in the early mornin'

You was born in a stable, Lord

Reid Memorial is where I was born

They wrapped You in swaddling clothes

Me they dressed in baby blue

Well, I was twelve years old

In the meeting house

Listening to the old men pray

And I was tryin' hard to figure out

What it was that they was tryin' to say

There You were in the temple

They said You weren't old enough

To know the things You knew

Well, did You grow up hungry?

Did You grow up fast?

Did the little girls giggle

When You walked past?

Did You wonder what it was

That made them laugh?

And did they tell You stories

'Bout the saints of old?

Stories about their faith?

They say stories like that

Make a boy grow bold

Stories like that make

A man walk straight

And You was a boy like I was once

But was You a boy like me

Well, I grew up around Indiana

You grew up around Galilee

And if I ever really do grow up

Lord, I want to grow up

And be just like You

Well, did You wrestle with a dog

And lick his nose?

Did You play beneath the spray

Of a water hose?

Did You ever make angels

In the winter snow?

And did they tell You stories

'Bout the saints of old?

Stories about their faith?

They say stories like that

Make a boy grow bold

Stories like that make

A man walk straight

Did You ever get scared

Playing hide and seek?

Did You try not to cry

When You scraped Your knee?

Did You ever skip a rock

Across a quiet creek?

And did they tell You stories

'Bout the saints of old?

Stories about their faith?

They say stories like that

Make a boy grow bold

Stories like that make

A man walk straight

I really may just grow up

And be like you someday