Pat Green - Whos to say

^DI don't wear my shirt tucked in and ^EmI like a Little barbecue on S^Gunday^A. W^Dell I hang out with The rebel crowd, d^Emrink too much and talk too loud But ^Gdon't you know that it's alright with ^Ame. And Now, ^DI don't go to church too much ^Embut I know that Jesus truely l^Goves me^A. And if ^DHe was here I'd be Drinkin' beer and ha^Emnging out and saving all of my ^GFriends, Am^Aen.

But who's to s^Gay, who are you to judge me anyw^Day? This is my r^Emoad, I take the corners fast as I can ^Ago. Who's to s^Gay, how I got so lucky anyw^Day? I am my ^Emown, At least until the Man comes to t^Aake me home.

Well I got my m^Domma's features and my daddy's affections, ^EmAll day long we've been lookin' at pictures wo^Gnderin' how In the hell they came up with ^Ame. Well I'm cr^Dazy as a loon, I'm howlin at the moon, my ^Embaby she don't know what to do. She's w^Gonderin' how in the hell she's gonna stay with m^Ae. Well she's b^Deen to church more than Billy Graham and she ^EmKnows the bible like the back of her hand, yeah but ^Gshe drinks Gin like it's goin out of s^Atyle. Oh, it's makes me smile^D. ^{Em G A}

Yeah, but who's to ^Gsay, who are you to judge her anyway? This world s^Empins, never gonna take that chance a^Again. Yeah, Who's to s^Gay how we got to lucky anyw^Day? We have a h^Emome, neither One of us will ever ^Abe alone.

^EmIt's a lesson of survival, h^Em/F#eartache of the trial, the sec^Gret of Forgiveness ^Away down deep inside.

Yeah, who's to s^Gay, who are you to judge me anyw^Day? This is my r^Emoad, I take the corners fast as I can ^Ago. Yeah, who's to s^Gay how I got so lucky any^Dway? I am my ^Emown At least until the angels come,^A they're gonna come and take me Home.