The Singer Songtext
von Tracy Lawrence

Now my momma she′ll say that's my baby
And my daddy he′d say that's my son
My high school baseball coach said I was a winner
But not fast or quick enough to get it done
And if you had to ask an old girlfriend
I'd be nervous
Depending on which one

There′s a few things they might say
At the mention of my name
The saint, the sinner the hopeless dreamer
Lord I just hope they don′t forget
The singer


No my boss he'll say I′m hard headed
And my buddies they'll say I got their back
And college tried to call me a quitter
For knowing I was not cut out for that
Now my preacher he′ll say I'm a believer
And proud to see I got things back on track

All I ask is that you don′t misunderstand
I ain't' ever been much more than a music man

There′s no telling what they′ll say
When they put me in that grave
Maybe the saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer
Lord I just hope they don't forget
The singer