I Came Here to Live Songtext
von Brad Cotter

I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a jacked-up truck on a county road
Nothing much to do back then, so we′d make bets
On how much drink a guy could hold
And I held my own
I learned to hold my own

Daddy worked some dead-end job at the tire plant
Mama taught the Sunday Bible class
For nineteen years, I remember thinking
There had to be more to life than that
So I ran the streets to beat the devil
Going just as fast as I could fly
'Cause I came here to live
I didn′t come here to die

Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worry about her little boy 'til I got home
Daddy, he'd say, "Listen, son," but back then there wasn′t much
That I didn′t already know


I reckon I was doing close to eighty
When I felt the tires slip out from underneath
And I never set out looking for Jesus
So thank God He came looking for me
And He found me upside down in a ditch
With the smoke and gasoline in my eyes
He said, "Son, you came here to live
You didn't come here to die"

Sunday morning, I got up and I went to church
That summer, I got a job and I went to work
I met a little girl in town and put a little money down
On a little house with a yard

Our little boy was due in September
But he came early in July
For eighteen days, all I remember
Was sitting at his side
Saying, "Son, open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
′Cause you came here to live
You didn't come here to die
You came here to live"