Story Behind the Song
Recorded Sept 15-18th Bayou Studios on Grand Street, Music Row; Nashville, TN.
Lyrics
I Just Gotta Be Me
Daddy always told me, momma used to scold me,
Better put the guitar down.
You'll be lacking knowledge, less you stay in college,
And outta those bars downtown.
I've tried, lord knows I've tried.
But I could never do it, seems I always blew it.
Walkin someone else's line.
I was late when they were early, straight when they were curly.
Water when they wanted wine.
Is it a sin, to not quite fit in.
I just wanna be me, wild and kinda crazy,
A little bit against the grain.
I wanna be free, free to paint the picture.
The one that only I can paint.
I refuse to be what someone else thinks I should be.
I just wanna be me.
Well there ain't no rules written, that says I can't go fishin.
Spend the week , just me and her.
As long as we got money , to get us through to sunday.
Monday I'll be back at work.
But I won't die, just to make a dime.
I just wanna be me, wild and kinda crazy,
A little bit against the grain.
I wanna be free, free to paint the picture.
The one that only I can paint.
I refuse to be what someone else thinks I should be.
I just wanna be me.
I just wanna be me.
*** instrumental break***
Is it a sin, to not quite fit in.
I just wanna be me, wild and kinda crazy,
A little bit against the grain.
I wanna be free, free to paint the picture.
The one that only I can paint.
I refuse to be what someone else thinks I should be.
I just wanna be me.
I just wanna be me.
I just wanna be me.
fade-out..
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