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(Pat Green) I don't wear my shirt tucked in I like a little bbq on Sunday Well I hang out 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 having 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 comes and takes 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 LyricsMy baby, she don't know what to do She's wondering how in the hell she's gonna stay with me Well, she's been to church more than Billy Graham And she knows the Bible like the back of her hand Yeah but she drinks like it's going out of style Oh, it makes me smile Yeah, who's to say and who are you to judge me 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 at how I got so lucky anyway I am my own at least until the angels come Angels gonna come and take me home From Lyrics Mania