No Apologies

will@langleydesigngroup.com

I was born in the hills of East Tennessee
Grew strong on fried chicken and sweet tea
Had a God-fearing family
Went to church every time the doors were open
In the crib Granny Jones had a prophecy
She said look out cause that boy can sing
Granny knew before anyone
Music was the life that I’d be living
And I wouldn’t change anything
What I am is what I am

I might be country
I might be poor
I might have sang so long for Jesus
That you say that I got soul
I might get trashy
I might be simple as can be
But I got my roots, I got my pride,
And I got no apologies

Here I am a young man with a fancy dream
Out of place on the streets of Los Angeles
With a soulful sound, a southern drawl
And a mind that I’ll be speaking
Ain’t it funny how it really doesn’t matter what’s in
When you’re feeling this comfortable in your own skin
You’re a superstar, don’t you know that you are the one and only
And I wouldn’t change anything, what I am is what I am

I might be country
I might be poor
I might have sang so long for Jesus
That you say that I got soul
I might get trashy
I might be simple as can be
But I got my roots, I got my pride,
And I got no apologies

You better know yourself
(I’m into that, I’m into that)
Before you love yourself
(I’m doin’ that, I’m doin’ that, ya’ll)
You better reclaim yourself
(I name it brother, I claim it sister)
Embrace yourself
(Sho’ nuff sho’ nuff )

I might be country
I might be poor
I might have sang so long for Jesus
That you say that I got soul
I might get trashy
I might be simple as can be
But I got my roots, I got my pride,
And I got no apologies

No Apologies
I got my roots, I got my pride, and I got
No, no no no no no apologies


Credits
Written by Levi Kreis