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Chris Young The Man I Want To Be

all I can think about is gettin' you home I don't need this menu, no I don't I already know just what I want Did I hear you right? Did you tell me Go

to look back on I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife And I was back to his back porch It was summertime I was turnin' nine He said, "You want that

Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me Yeah, I don't swear in front of no woman I answer yes sir to my old man I drink my

fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's all right" Rainy night in Georgia Rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world I

make a baby But it takes a man to raise a child Oh, I could not reassure her I couldn't say what I had planed Couldn't put three words together So I

I wanna be a great man I wanna be the kind of man that she shes in her dreams God, I wanna be your man And I wanna be her man God, I only hope she still

can make a baby But it takes a man to raise a child Oh I could not reassure her I couldn't say what I had planned Couldn't put three words together So I

that Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me Yeah, I don't swear in front of no woman I answer yes sir to my old man I drink

I wanna be a great man I wanna be the kind of man that she shes in her dreams God, I wanna be your man And I wanna be her man God, I only hope she still