Trim Yourself To Fit The World — текст песни (Aaron Tippin)

Each time the good Lord makes a man
He always breaks the mold
So it sure does raise a flag for that
Rebel in my soul
When some phony carbon copy says
I`m the black sheep of the fold
Well, this is what I tell` em
When I tell `em where to go

If you trim yourself to fit the world
There won`t be nothin` left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won`t know yourself
You`ll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You`ll whittle yourself away

I could change to fit his world
But I just ain`t that kind
Some sell their soul for the easy road
The devil`s always buying
I can`t count the ones I`ve known
Who fell right into line
Now they walk around with their heads hung down
They`ve got no piece of mind

If you trim yourself to fit the world
There won`t be nothin` left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won`t know yourself
You`ll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You`ll whittle yourself away

So before you sign that dotted line
Or do something that you`d rather not
Before you compromise your stand
Friend, let me tell you what
Don`t let the crowd get so loud
You can`t hear your conscience speak
`Cause I`m willing to bet that you`ll soon regret
That you sold yourself so cheap

If you trim yourself to fit the world
There won`t be nothin` left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won`t know yourself
You`ll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You`ll whittle yourself away

If you trim yourself to fit the world
You`ll whittle yourself away