The Singer Lyrics

By Tracy Lawrence
Now my momma she'll say that's my baby
And my daddy he'll say that's my son
My high school baseball coach said I was a winner
But not fast or quick enough to get it done
And if you had to ask an old girlfriend
I'd be nervous depending on which one
There's a few things they might say
At the mention of my name
The saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer
Lord I just hope they don't forget - the singer
Now my boss he'll say I'm hard headed
And my buddies they'll say I got their back
That college tried to call me quitter
But knowing I was not cut out for that
Now my preacher he'll say I'm a believer
And proud to see I got things back on track
Chorus 2:
There's a few things they might say
At the mention of my name
The saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer
Lord I just hope they don't forget - the singer
All I ask is that you don't misunderstand
I ain't never been much more than a music man
Chorus 3:
There's no tellin what they'll say
When they put me in that grave
Maybe the saint, the sinner, the hopeless dreamer
Lord I just hope they don't forget the singer
The singer