Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do
By: Van Zant
Written by: Tony Mullins, Tim Nichols, Craig Wiseman
Intro:
You should’ve seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift
When I threw my hardhat at him and suggested the box where he could stick it
I walked downstairs and told’em I was leaving Bethlehem
Like I’d seen The Savior had tears in my eyes
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Holding my hands up and shoutin A-men
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Cause there ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to do
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight
In somebody else’s hand-me-down old shoes
Starting today I’m someone I’d be proud to know
You might tell me where to go
But there ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to do
We buried daddy just last week at the church that saved his soul
Man he dreamed of pilot’s wings spent his whole life digging coal
I got a guitar up under my bed, but I’ve been to scared to fly
That’s enough of that stuff I’m packing up my trunk
You can just kiss my butt good bye
Chorus
Bridge:
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I walked down stairs and told’em I was leaving Bethlehem