Texty

One two three four Recently I've been thinkin' about what I am and where my priorities lie Gettin' it together on some future plans, decidin' what I need to get by Well I tried workin' and schoolin' but they're just not my plan, oh no Baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music ma, hey Well I could be pickin' bluegrass or singin' the blues It doesn't really matter to me As long as I'm playin' the music I just can't lose And no one's gonna tell me differently 'Cause all I really care about is sittin' right here in my hands, that's right Baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, hey Well my Momma sits and worries about me for days Even though she really likes the way the boy plays My Daddy tells her that I'm goin' through a phase But that's just what he always says Well I hear what they're sayin' but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah Hey baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, oh yeah Baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, always Well I've told you my story now here's what I've found To be happy you need only be real So don't let anyone try to turn your head around Just remember you are what you feel You see all of my life people been tryin' to tell me who I am but I don't listen Baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, that's what I am Baby, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, yeah yeah Well now, can't ya see I'll always be a music man, yeah
Writer(s): Harold Packham, George Coot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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