But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and

I want to roll away the stone Teach me Lord that righteous way Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout See that gate down yonder road, which one will I follow? I lose my shackles here Tell me

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

I hope I never wake up I can feel this emptiness Slowly I am fading out I could never find a way to rest upon your shoulders Misunderstood, please help but I meant so well I keep pushing through these bitter memories I try to escape the nightmares but

Open the gates Too many hearts filled with hate Let acceptance in We're here to say we're all so sick of your bigotry Stop dwelling on what happens when we die Start helping others while we're still alive We'll carve out your heart, rewire your mind

Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own You're a

Whiskey do my talkin' Here's to you my hundred proof friend I'm not some come on strong romeo cowboy No I'm not that type Without a little help I probably have two left feet But you're not gonna let that happen tonight

Chasing you It's the only thing I want to do But now I'm facing you What the hell am I supposed to do (I was there) I was there Broken down on the side of the road It'd be nice if you could help me out I drove for miles to the place I was told

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

With nothing on my back It's still enough to bring me down My mind's about to crack 'cause what I thought could not be found Matter of in fact It's harder still when you're around I can't help but drown Was happiness a fad Or was it in the lost and found