avevale_intelligencer (
avevale_intelligencer) wrote2007-03-27 01:38 am
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Don't ask me...
CHORUS
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
When the good Lord made my soul he only had one can of paint (dead black)
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
When I was just a boy my mamma said
"Son, life's a female hound dog, then you're dead,
So if you can help another spirit as you travel on--"
But before she had done talking I was gone.
She sent me to Miz Jennings' Sunday School (Sunday School)
She wanted me to learn the Golden Rule (a-men)
We did a test on being good, I got a perfect A
'Cause the preacher's daughter told me what to say.
CHORUS
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
The pleadings of my conscience have grown so thin and faint (say whaaat?)
'Cause I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
My daddy had me help him on the farm
So I grew up big and broad and strong of arm
I can plough the whole north forty, I can lift my daddy's car
And I can take on any man in this here bar.
Some day I'm gonna die and go to hell (down below)
And I'll tell them that I've learned my lesson well.(here we go)
(slowly) Heaven's made for people who can stand the company--
And hell was made for no-good bums like me.
CHORUS
'Cause I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
I'm sorry I'm a sinner, but I'd hate to be a saint (no way)
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
CHORUS
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
So take it up with heaven if you're making a complaint (not me)
'Cause I wanna be a good guy--
Wanna be a good guy--
(O for the wings, for the wings, of a dove--)
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
When the good Lord made my soul he only had one can of paint (dead black)
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
When I was just a boy my mamma said
"Son, life's a female hound dog, then you're dead,
So if you can help another spirit as you travel on--"
But before she had done talking I was gone.
She sent me to Miz Jennings' Sunday School (Sunday School)
She wanted me to learn the Golden Rule (a-men)
We did a test on being good, I got a perfect A
'Cause the preacher's daughter told me what to say.
CHORUS
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
The pleadings of my conscience have grown so thin and faint (say whaaat?)
'Cause I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
My daddy had me help him on the farm
So I grew up big and broad and strong of arm
I can plough the whole north forty, I can lift my daddy's car
And I can take on any man in this here bar.
Some day I'm gonna die and go to hell (down below)
And I'll tell them that I've learned my lesson well.(here we go)
(slowly) Heaven's made for people who can stand the company--
And hell was made for no-good bums like me.
CHORUS
'Cause I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
I'm sorry I'm a sinner, but I'd hate to be a saint (no way)
So I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
CHORUS
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
I wanna be a good guy, but I cain't.
So take it up with heaven if you're making a complaint (not me)
'Cause I wanna be a good guy--
Wanna be a good guy--
(O for the wings, for the wings, of a dove--)
I wanna be a good guy, but I ain't.
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