Song Length |
5:37 |
Genre |
Country - Religious |
Lyrics
I?m naturally lazy. People say I?m crazy. They say I talk too much and too fast.
I try to be funny, but they say I?m crummy, and heaven knows I really can?t dance.
So give me a guitar, a girl or two, and I?ll be a happy strumming guitar fool.
Show me a good time, and Lord keep me warm inside. I wanna thank you for making me just right.
I wanna thank you for making me just right.
Now, I don?t drink, and I don?t smoke. You can call me ?Goody Goody?. Call me ?Mr. Won?t.?
I hate to get dressed. You know I wear my pajamas all day.
My room?s a mess, ?cause I like that best. You know my favorite piece of clothing is my pair of sweats.
Oh, Lord. I wanna thank you for making me just right. Oh yea, yea I do.
I wanna thank you for making me just right.
A whoa, a whoa, a whoa, a whoa...Keep me to that straight and narrow.
Whoa . . . won?t you show me the way to that shiny yellow brick road.
You see now, I don?t need wealth, and I don?t need fame. Just give me my spirit, my eternal flame.
Oh, Lord, I?m a simple man just keep me moving on.
So give me a guitar, a girl or two, and I?ll be a happy strumming guitar fool.
Show me a good time and Lord keep me warm inside.
I wanna thank you for making me just right. Oh yea, yea I do.
I wanna thank you for making me just right.
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