I’m a total stranger to a three piece suit I’m more kin to jeans and boots I’m a hard days work to an aching back I’m a promise to a callous to both these hands I wear a lot of hats
I’m a walk in the park to an irish setter A stamp of approval writing mama a letter Weekend coach from my quarterback chair My faith hangs on this cross I wear
Chorus: I’m a lot of things to a lot of things Not always a winner, a loser I ain’t I’m a full time sinner, a part saint And I ain’t afraid of fear, if it makes me a better man God knows who I am
I’m a husband, a brother, a father, a son A slap on the back, a handshake a hug I’m a safe place to land when she needs a shoulder And I’m all arms when she wants me to hold her
Chorus:
I try to start and end everyday Making a little time to pray One on one with the man Cause from my knees I know where I stand And I thank God God knows who I am