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