Verse 1)In Greenbow, Alabama, a boy with iron on his shoes,Faced the laughter of the town with nothing left to lose.But Jenny shouted "Run!" and the metal fell away,He raced right into history on that fateful, flying day.(Chorus)(Southern African American gospel choir)Oh, life is like a chocolate box, you never know the treat,From the muddy roads of Greenbow to the city’s busy street.Just keep your stride and hold your heart, exactly as you are,An ordinary boy can catch a drifting, falling star.(Verse 2)The college fields were green and wide, he ran the football clear,He shook the hand of Kennedy and left behind the fear.Then Uncle Sam came calling, sent him out across the sea,To the heavy rains of Vietnam, where the jungle wasn't free.(Verse 3)With Bubba by his side, they talked of shrimp and ocean deep,But the fire rained from heaven and the promises to keep.He carried wounded brothers through the smoke and through the pain,Left Bubba by the river, but saved Dan from the rain.(Chorus)(Southern gospel African American choir)Oh, life is like a chocolate box, you never know the treat,From the muddy roads of Greenbow to the city’s busy street.Just keep your stride and hold your heart, exactly as you are,An ordinary boy can catch a drifting, falling star.(Verse 4)With a paddle in his hand, he played the world across the globe,Then he bought that shrimping boat and wore a millionaire's robe.With Lieutenant Dan beside him, they weathered every gale,But the only thing he wanted was a love that wouldn't fail.(Verse 5)He ran across the desert, and he ran from coast to coast,To outrun all the sorrow and the things he loved the most.Now a little boy is waiting with his eyes so bright and true,He says goodbye to Jenny underneath the sky of blue.(Chorus)(Southern African American gospel choir)Oh, life is like a chocolate box, you never know the treat,From the muddy roads of Greenbow to the city’s busy street.Just keep your stride and hold your heart, exactly as you are,An ordinary boy can catch a drifting, falling star.(Outro)A feather on the breeze, it drifts and takes its flight,A mother’s gentle wisdom in the quiet of the night.Sit a while upon the bench, the bus is on its way,That’s all I have to say about that.Just another beautiful day.
