Who I Am

D A G I was born down in dixie, among the cypress trees. D A G And daddy was a driller and a wildhog killer. And momma, she was Cherokee. D A G I was the second one, the youngest little son of the south. D A G They brought me up right, taught me when to love and when to fight and how to tough it out. D A G And I learned how to pray back in Sunday school. D A G And God bless the souls on Holly Ridge road, you know they done all they can do. D A G But a line walking saint is one thing I ain't, I'm just your everyday good ole boy. D A G But I ain't too proud to hit my knees when I need some peace and pray to the Lord G D And that's who I am. A G That's the way I was raised. D A G Every lesson learned and bridge I burned made me the man I am today. D A G My feet are planted firmly on the ground but I'm reaching for the stars. D A G Cause my folks are my home, the road and these songs are all a part of who I am. D A G D A G D A G Now I'm a walking contradiction,I'm right and I'm wrong. D A G I'm somewhere between a Sunday morning sermon and a good old drinking song. D A G Full of anger and joy, still just a boy, but I'm a full-grown man. D A G And I'm out on the road singing my country gold with a rowdy rock n roll band. G D And that's who I am. A G That's the way I was raised. D A G Every lesson learned and bridge I burned made me the man I am today. D A G My feet are planted firmly on the ground but I'm reaching for the stars. D A G Cause my folks are my home, the road and these songs are all a part of who I am. D A G D A G D A G Repeat Chorus