Too true, too true
AM - vocals, guitar
Keith Dill - fiddle, mandolin
Ralph Gordon - bass
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1999 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
You might bet, I was heaven sent, truth is I'm 3rd class delivery
I won't deny I'm angel protected, it's full-time work to watch o'er me
Now and then I might say something, with an ounce of truth or common sense
don't go bettin' that ol' farm on me, or my lacking intelligence
Chorus
I'd fall right off of your pedestal, just make my way the best that I can
don't you worship, ground I walk, cause a man, ain't nothing but a man
Verse 2
Now you think I might just save your life, from the truth of an old country song,
don't forget those ol' Nashville cats, seen a few like me come along
Chorus
Bridge
Don't go making a sacrifice, to me or my alter ego
those rattling bones in my closet groan, haunt me wherever I go
Instrumental Break (verse)
Verse 3
now who'd have guessed you would be impressed, I'm some prize in a strange lottery
you can take me home, you'll wish you were alone, when you find that upright porcelain seat
Chorus
I've fallen off of your pedestal, still make my way the best that I can
don't you curse at, the ground I walk, told you I, ain't nothing but a man
a man ain't nothing but a man
Outro