The Singer - Tracy Lawrence

Now my momma she’ll say that’s my baby

And my daddy he’d say that’s my son

My high school baseball coach said I was a winner

But not fast or quick enough to get it done

And if you had to ask an old girlfriend

I’d be nervous

Depending on which one

There’s a few things they might say

At the mention of my name

The saint, the sinner the hopeless dreamer

Lord I just hope they don’t forget

The singer

No my boss he’ll say I’m hard headed

And my buddies they’ll say I got their back

And college tried to call me a quitter

For knowing I was not cut out for that

Now my preacher he’ll say I’m a believer

And proud to see I got things back on track

All I ask is that you don’t misunderstand

I ain’t' ever been much more than a music man

There’s no telling what they’ll say

When they put me in that grave

Maybe the saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer

Lord I just hope they don’t forget

The singer