| They said I could lose a little real
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| And lose count of hundred dollar bills
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| Be that small town boy that finally made it out
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| I think that’s where they had me wrong
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| I wanna write my own damn songs
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| And I don’t wanna move to Nashville, man I got a home
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| Yeah, what you see is what you get
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| And when you look at me, man I hope you see
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| It’s real as it gets
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| 'Cause I’m a grown ass man
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| You ain’t gonna change my ways
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| Hell, I ain’t set in stone
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| I’m set in that red Georgia clay
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| Man I was brought up on that book
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| And my granddaddy’s knee
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| You can bet your ass that I know who I am
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| Yeah I’m a grown ass man
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| Well hell, I ain’t no politician
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| Kissin' ass just ain’t my style
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| So if you ask a few wrong questions
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| I’ll give you more than just my dime
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| All you really need to know about where I stand
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| It’s somewhere between
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| Amazing Grace, Back In Black
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| And Simple Man
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| Yeah, I’m a grown ass man
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| You ain’t gonna change my ways
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| Hell, I ain’t set in stone
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| I’m set in that red Georgia clay
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| Man I was brought up on that book
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| And my granddaddy’s knee
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| You can bet your ass that I know who I am
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| I’m a grown ass man
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| Some folks say that I’m an outlaw
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| Oh, but I ain’t earned that yet
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| I’ll be the first to say
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| I still got dues to pay
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| And I hope I go out like that
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| And yeah I know this world is changin'
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| But I know that King James ain’t
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| It ain’t no secret I’m a sinner
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| I never claimed to be no saint
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| Well I’m a grown ass man
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| You ain’t gonna change my ways
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| Hell, I ain’t set in stone
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| I’m set in that red Georgia clay
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| Man I was brought up on that book
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| And my granddaddy’s knee
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| You can bet your ass that I know who I am
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| Yeah man, you can bet your ass that I know who I am
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| I’m a grown ass man
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| Yeah, I’m a grown ass man |