Song parody of
It Wasn't His Child
by Tim McGraw
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He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
He brought him joy, he loved that boy
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him but he did all he could
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And as the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world would all know why
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And like His father He was strong and kind and good
And I believe He did his best
It wasn't easy for Him but He did all He could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And He died with His hands in wood
He was God's child, He was God's child
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn't his child, it was God's child
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
He brought him joy, he loved that boy
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him but he did all he could
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And as the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world would all know why
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And like His father He was strong and kind and good
And I believe He did his best
It wasn't easy for Him but He did all He could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And He died with His hands in wood
He was God's child, He was God's child
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn't his child, it was God's child
