Текст: Pat Green. Three Days. Who's To Say.

(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
My 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