Lyrics:

(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dan Colehour)

I ain't gonna change better give up hope
I'm one of those guys who'll never be pope
I'd hang myself with a little more rope
From the nearest family tree

I guess I broke my daddy's heart
When I dropped the plow picked up this guitar
He wanted to leave me the family farm
But that just wouldn't be me

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

I got this friend, he's a pretty nice guy
Wears Italian suits and power ties
Bought a German car and a trophy wife
And his favorite color's green

He wants to teach me bout bonds and stocks
So I can own a little piece of the rock
Hell I don't even own two matching socks
That just wouldn't be me

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

One of these days I just might settle down
Buy a little house in a little town
Get a wife and kids make my mama proud

No, na na na na na
That just wouldn't be me
It might be all right for some other guy
But that just wouldn't be me

But that just wouldn't be me