| If I wore a mask going round and round
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| Yeah, you know I’d be number three
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| If I were the best damn football
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| I’d be the SEC
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| And if I were a Velcro stitched up stars and stripes
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| You can bed I’d be flying proud
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| Or pressed on the chest of America’s best
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| Putting bad dudes in the ground
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| And if I were rock 'n' roll
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| I’d be a middle finger in your face
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| If I were a lost soul
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| I’d be in church more than just Sundays
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| And if for some reason I was Jesus
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| I’d have a lot of forgiving to do
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| And if I weren’t a fool
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| Girl, I’d still be with you
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| If I were a granddaddy rocking on a rocking chair
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| Have a grandson on my lap
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| If I were a first time there, front porch stair
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| I’d pray she’d kiss me back
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| If I were a rebel kid meeting with a man
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| Hearing Johnny Don’t Do That
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| With the guitar strapped, I’d go all black
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| Tell 'em all to kiss my ass
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| If I were rock 'n' roll
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| I’d be a middle finger in your face
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| If I were a lost soul
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| I’d be in church more than just Sundays
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| And if for some reason I was Jesus
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| I’d have a lot of forgiving to do
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| And if I weren’t a fool
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| Girl, I’d still be with you
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| Yeah, I’d still be with you
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| If I were a smart man
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| I wouldn’t just write you a song
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| Straight from the heartache
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| And pray you turned it on
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| I know I’d step it up and I’d mean it
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| When I look into your eyes
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| And I’d be on my way to Denver
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| And I’d be holding you tonight
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| If I were rock 'n' roll
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| I’d be a middle finger in your face
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| If I were a lost soul
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| I’d be in church more than just Sundays
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| And if for some reason I was Jesus
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| I’d have a lot of forgiving to do
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| And if I weren’t a fool
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| Girl, I’d still be with you
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| Yeah, yeah, I’d still be with
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| I’d still be, oh, I’d still be with you
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| I’d still be, oh, I’d still be, oh
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| I’d still be with you
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| Yeah, I’d still be with you |