Who's To Say - Pat Green

I don’t wear my shirt tucked in

I like a little barbecue on Sunday

Well, I hang with a rougher crowd

Who drink too much, who talk too loud

Don’t you know that it’s all right with me

Yeah, I don’t go to church too much, but I know that Jesus truly loves me

And if he was here I’d be drinking beer and

Hanging out and saving all of my friends, Amen

Who’s to say and who are you to judge me anyway

This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go

Who’s to say at how I got so lucky anyway

I am my own at least until the Man come and take me home

Well, I got my mama’s features and my daddy’s fixtures

All day long I been looking at pictures wondering

How in the hell they came up with me

Well, I’m crazy as a loon, I’m howling at the moon

My baby she don’t know what to do

She’s wondering how in the hell she’s going to stay with me

Well, she’s been church more than Billy Graham

And she knows the Bible like the back of her hand

Yeah, but she drinks gin like it’s going out of style

Oh, it makes me smile

Yeah, who’s to say and who are you to judge her anyway

This whole world spins, never gonna take that chance again

Yeah, who’s to say at how we got so lucky anyway

We have a home, neither one of us will ever be alone

It’s a lesson of survival

To ride out every trial

It’s the secret of forgiveness

Way down deep inside

Who’s to say and who are you to judge me anyway

This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go

Yeah, who’s to say as how I got so lucky anyway

I am my own at least until the angels come

Angels gonna come and take me home