Well, my buddies ask me
If I would write them a song?
That says how we're different
But how good we all get along
For Bob, he is a Baptist
And his wife, she's Cherokee
And Larry, he's a Lutheran
And his grand daddy is Greek
Well, Paul, he's Pentecostal
And his pastor prays for the sick
And Russ' daddy is a Rabbi
But we go hunting, go fish
For Carl, he is a Catholic boy
And his daddy fought in the Moor
And Jose's mom, from Lebanon
And he knows, he believes in the Lord
He believes in one big God
And one big Heaven
Oh, that's when we all want
To be going
Well Daddy, played his guitar
In churches all over the south
And Mama played piano
And sometimes she'd sing and shout
If I would write them a song?
That says how we're different
But how good we all get along
For Bob, he is a Baptist
And his wife, she's Cherokee
And Larry, he's a Lutheran
And his grand daddy is Greek
Well, Paul, he's Pentecostal
And his pastor prays for the sick
And Russ' daddy is a Rabbi
But we go hunting, go fish
For Carl, he is a Catholic boy
And his daddy fought in the Moor
And Jose's mom, from Lebanon
And he knows, he believes in the Lord
He believes in one big God
And one big Heaven
Oh, that's when we all want
To be going
Well Daddy, played his guitar
In churches all over the south
And Mama played piano
And sometimes she'd sing and shout
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