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