I've never been so hungry,
Seems like twenty-two years I've been looking for a fight
Never stayed in school for long,
Couldn't keep my patience on
Never had the motivation quite to get my timimg rightI want my story to begin
There's a time to save up and a time to spend
I'm too young for the past tense
All this worrying about what might have been.Should have been a preacher man,
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man,
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go.
I've never been so thirsty to get my soul right
But like a summer bug, I've been burned by the blinding light
Never stayed in church for long, pop'lar peo'les 'n white folks songs
Sunday morning was never as real as Fiday Night.I want to celebrate my sins
There's a time to save up and a time to spend
I'm too young for the past tense
All this worrying about what might have been.Should have been a preacher man,
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man,
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I goSome day they'll write my name upon a stone
And I won't be there to see it.
Up on Calv'ry calling me I know they'll say...
Should have been a preacher man,
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man,
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I goShould have been a preacher man,
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man,
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go
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