Drexel Rayford: Music

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© Drexel Rayford, Vagrants Chapel Music, BMI, 2007

I don’t want to be in this southern town in nineteen sixty-six.
I don’t want to be no wimpy kid with legs as thin as sticks.
I don’t want to be an ugly, little boy with a nose like Pinoccio.
I don’t want to always sound so dumb or always talk so slow.

I wanna be Bart Starr as he stands over center.
Look ‘em in the eye, the opposition gets slammed!
If I could be Bart Starr then I would be a winner.
If I could be Bart Starr, I wouldn’t be who I am.

I don’t want to go Bible school when summer comes this year.
I don’t want to learn no silly songs from ladies with big, fat rears.
I don’t want to hear my mama call me in from football after school.
Yelling that it’s time for Sunbeams while my friends think I’m a sissy fool.

All the ladies ever want a boy to do is stay quiet and raise his hand.
Something so wild as a Super Bowl they could never understand.
They could never know the power that flows when you’re fighting for your team.
One these days I’m gonna face that line and pull off a quarterback sneak.