I don't wear my shirt tucked in I like a little barbecue on Sunday Well, I hang with a rougher crowd Who drink too much, who talk too loud Don't you know that it's all right with me Yeah, I don't go to church too much, but I know that Jesus truly loves me And if he was here I'd be drinking beer and Hanging out and saving all of my friends, Amen
Who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go Who's to say at how I got so lucky anyway I am my own at least until the Man come and take me home
Well, I got my mama's features and my daddy's fixtures All day long I been looking at pictures wondering how in the hell they came up with me Well, I'm crazy as a loon, I'm howling at the moon My baby she don't know what to do She's wondering how in the hell she's going to stay with me Well, she's been church more than Billy Graham And she knows the Bible like the back of her hand Yeah, but she drinks gin like it's going out of style Oh, it makes me smile
Yeah, who's to say and who are you to judge her anyway This whole world spins, never gonna take that chance again Yeah, who's to say at how we got so lucky anyway We have a home, neither one of us will ever be alone It's a lesson of survival To ride out every trial It's the secret of forgiveness Way down deep inside
Who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go Yeah, who's to say as how I got so lucky anyway I am my own at least until the angels come, angels gonna come and take me home
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