INTRO 
D  Em  G  A  D  Em  G  A 
 
VERSE I 
D                                   Em 
I don't wear my shirt tucked in and I like a  
                    G    A  D 
Little barbecue on Sunday. Well I hang out with 
                  Em   
The rebel crowd, drink too much and talk too loud 
    G                                     A 
But don't you know that it's alright with me. And 
     D                             Em 
Now, I don't go to church too much but I know that 
              G      A        D  
Jesus truely loves me. And if He was here I'd be 
                    Em 
Drinkin' beer and hanging out and saving all of my 
G          A 
Friends, Amen. 
 
CHORUS I 
              G                               D 
But who's to say, who are you to judge me anyway? 
            Em                                    A 
This is my road, I take the corners fast as I can go. 
          G                          D           Em 
Who's to say, how I got so lucky anyway? I am my own, 
                                 A 
At least until the Man comes to take me home. 
 
VERSE II 
               D  
Well I got my momma's features and my daddy's affections, 
Em                                            G 
All day long we've been lookin' at pictures wonderin' how  
                              A              D 
In the hell they came up with me. Well I'm crazy as a loon, 
                           Em 
I'm howlin at the moon, my baby she don't know what to do. 
       G                                               A 
She's wonderin' how in the hell she's gonna stay with me. 
            D  
Well she's been to church more than Billy Graham and she 
Em                                                  G 
Knows the bible like the back of her hand, yeah but she drinks 
                           A                            D   Em   G   A 
Gin like it's goin out of style. Oh, it's makes me smile. 
 
CHORUS II 
                   G                 
Yeah, but who's to say, who are you to judge her anyway? 
            Em                                  A 
This world spins, never gonna take that chance again. Yeah, 
          G                          D              Em 
Who's to say how we got to lucky anyway? We have a home, neither 
                    A 
One of us will ever be alone. 
 
BRIDGE 
Em  E/F#  G  Em  E/F# A 
Em                          Em/F#                         G 
It's a lesson of survival, heartache of the trial, the secret of 
            A 
Forgiveness way  down deep inside. 
 
CHORUS III 
                G                               D 
Yeah, who's to say, who are you to judge me anyway?  
            Em                                    A 
This is my road, I take the corners fast as I can go. 
                G                        D            Em 
Yeah, who's to say how I got so lucky anyway? I am my own 
                               A 
At least until the angels come, they're gonna come and take me 
 
Home.