Frank Foster - Who i am

I was ^Dborn down in ^Adixie, ^Gamong the cypress trees. And ^Ddaddy was a driller and a ^Awildhog killer. And ^Gmomma, she was Cherokee. ^DI was the second one, ^Athe youngest little ^Gson of the south. T^Dhey brought me up right, taught me when to ^Alove and when to fight and how to ^Gtough it out.

And I ^Dlearned how to ^Apray ^Gback in Sunday school. ^DAnd God bless the souls on ^AHolly Ridge road, you know they ^Gdone all they can do. But a ^Dline walking saint is one ^Athing I ain't, I'm just your ^Geveryday good ole boy. ^DBut I ain't too proud to ^Ahit my knees when I ^Gneed some peace and pray to the Lord

^GAnd that's who I ^Dam. ^AThat's the way I was ^Graised. Every ^Dlesson learned and ^Abridge I burned made me the ^Gman I am today. My f^Deet are planted ^Afirmly on the ground but I'm ^Greaching for the stars. Cause my ^Dfolks are my home, the ^Aroad and these songs are ^Gall a part of who I am. D A G D A G

^DNow I'm a walking contrad^Aiction,^GI'm right and I'm wrong. ^DI'm somewhere between a ^ASunday morning sermon and a ^Ggood old drinking song. Full of ^Danger and joy, ^Astill just a boy, ^Gbut I'm a full-grown man. ^DAnd I'm out on the road singing ^Amy country gold with a ^Growdy rock n roll band.

^GAnd that's who I ^Dam. ^AThat's the way I was ^Graised. Every ^Dlesson learned and ^Abridge I burned made me the ^Gman I am today. My f^Deet are planted ^Afirmly on the ground but I'm ^Greaching for the stars. Cause my ^Dfolks are my home, the ^Aroad and these songs are ^Gall a part of who I am.