Guitar street Me-Lotto
(Aaron Tippin/Philip Douglas/Kim Williams)
Each time the good Lord makes a man
He always breaks the mold
So it sure does raise a flag for that
Rebel in my soul
When some phony carbon copy says
I'm the black sheep of the fold
Well, this is what I tell' em
When I tell 'em where to go
If you trim yourself to fit the world
There won't be nothin' left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won't know yourself
You'll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself away
Each time the good Lord makes a man
He always breaks the mold
So it sure does raise a flag for that
Rebel in my soul
When some phony carbon copy says
I'm the black sheep of the fold
Well, this is what I tell' em
When I tell 'em where to go
If you trim yourself to fit the world
There won't be nothin' left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won't know yourself
You'll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself away
Jitterbug Love
We've got to get together
We've got to get together
Oh yes we have
Oh yes we have
Because jitterbug love
Is going all around
Jitterbug love is going all around now
Here it comes again
We'll rock and roll together
We'll even stroll together
Oh yes we will
Oh yes we will
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