Tommy Shane Steiner
That Just Wouldn't Be Me

(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dan Colehour)

I ain't gonna change better give up hope
I'm one of those guys who'll never be pope
I'd hang myself with a little more rope
From the nearest family tree

I guess I broke my daddy's heart
When I dropped the plow picked up this guitar
He wanted to leave me the family farm
But that just wouldn't be me

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

I got this friend, he's a pretty nice guy
Wears Italian suits and power ties
Bought a German car and a trophy wife
And his favorite color's green

He wants to teach me bout bonds and stocks
So I can own a little piece of the rock
Hell I don't even own two matching socks
That just wouldn't be me

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

One of these days I just might settle down
Buy a little house in a little town
Get a wife and kids make my mama proud

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

But that just wouldn't be me


Mirror lyrics:

But that just wouldn't be me

But that just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
That just wouldn't be me
No, na na na na na

Get a wife and kids make my mama proud
Buy a little house in a little town
One of these days I just might settle down

But that just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
That just wouldn't be me
No, na na na na na

That just wouldn't be me
Hell I don't even own two matching socks
So I can own a little piece of the rock
He wants to teach me bout bonds and stocks

And his favorite color's green
Bought a German car and a trophy wife
Wears Italian suits and power ties
I got this friend, he's a pretty nice guy

But that just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
That just wouldn't be me
No, na na na na na

But that just wouldn't be me
He wanted to leave me the family farm
When I dropped the plow picked up this guitar
I guess I broke my daddy's heart

From the nearest family tree
I'd hang myself with a little more rope
I'm one of those guys who'll never be pope
I ain't gonna change better give up hope

(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dan Colehour)


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