Now my momma she'll say that's my baby
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And my daddy he'd say that's my son
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My high school baseball coach said I was a winner
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But not fast or quick enough to get it done
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And if you had to ask an old girlfriend
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I'd be nervous
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Depending on which one
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[Chorus:]
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There's a few things they might say
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At the mention of my name
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The saint,the sinner the hopeless dreamer
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Lord I just hope they don't forget
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The singer
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No my boss he'll say I'm hard headed
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And my buddies they'll say I got their back
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And college tried to call me a quitter
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For knowing I was not cut out for that
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Now my preacher he'll say I'm a believer
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And proud to see I got things back on track
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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All I ask is that you don't misunderstand
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I ain't' ever been much more than a music man
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There's no telling what they'll say
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When they put me in that grave
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Maybe the saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer
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Lord I just hope they don't forget
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The singer
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The Singer
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| Tracy Lawrence |
