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Who's To Say
by: Pat Green
From the album: Three Days (2001)


[Intro]

D  Em  G  A  D  Em  G  A


[Verse]

D                                   Em
I don't wear my shirt tucked in and I like a 
                    G    A  D
Little barbecue on Sunday. Well I hang out with
                  Em  
The rebel crowd, drink too much and talk too loud
    G                                     A
But don't you know that it's alright with me. And
     D                             Em
Now, I don't go to church too much but I know that
              G      A        D 
Jesus truely loves me. And if He was here I'd be
                    Em
Drinkin' beer and hanging out and saving all of my
G          A
Friends, Amen.


[Chorus]

              G                               D
But who's to say, who are you to judge me anyway?
            Em                                    A
This is my road, I take the corners fast as I can go.
          G                          D           Em
Who's to say, how I got so lucky anyway? I am my own,
                                 A
At least until the Man comes to take me home.


[Verse]

               D 
Well I got my momma's features and my daddy's affections,
Em                                            G
All day long we've been lookin' at pictures wonderin' how 
                              A              D
In the hell they came up with me. Well I'm crazy as a loon,
                           Em
I'm howlin at the moon, my baby she don't know what to do.
       G                                               A
She's wonderin' how in the hell she's gonna stay with me.
            D 
Well she's been to church more than Billy Graham and she
Em                                                  G
Knows the bible like the back of her hand, yeah but she drinks
                           A                            D   Em   G   A
Gin like it's goin out of style. Oh, it's makes me smile.


[Chorus]

                   G                
Yeah, but who's to say, who are you to judge her anyway?
            Em                                  A
This world spins, never gonna take that chance again. Yeah,
          G                          D              Em
Who's to say how we got to lucky anyway? We have a home, neither
                    A
One of us will ever be alone.


[Bridge]

Em  E/F#  G  Em  E/F# A
Em                          Em/F#                         G
It's a lesson of survival, heartache of the trial, the secret of
            A
Forgiveness way  down deep inside.


[Chorus]

                G                               D
Yeah, who's to say, who are you to judge me anyway? 
            Em                                    A
This is my road, I take the corners fast as I can go.
                G                        D            Em
Yeah, who's to say how I got so lucky anyway? I am my own
                               A
At least until the angels come, they're gonna come and take me Home.  

            
            
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