Well, you never liked them much
But I broke out these old boots again,
Gonna jump in that old truck,
Head down to the bar and hang out with an old friend.
Been a while since I fired up a cigarette
And got drunk on some draft beer,
Well, where I'm going tonight,
There's a good chance you won't want me back here.
I tried to be what you were looking for,
But I can't do that anymore.
I'm better at being at who I am,
Better at letting my rebel run,
And nothing about me worth a damn
If I can't be my old man's son.
Your world and mine are worlds apart,
This “square peg, round hole” thing's too hard,
Being something that ain't never had a chance,
I'm better at being who I am.
I wasn't ever gonna change,
I don't know who in the hell I thought I was kiddin',
For a little while there it seemed like the sex would make it all alright but it didn't.
This ain't my side of the tracks,
I got good at forgetting that.
I'm better at being who I am,
Better at letting my rebel run,
Ain't nothing about me worth a damn
If I can't be my old man's son.
Your world and mine are worlds apart,
This “square peg, round hole” thing's too hard,
Being something I ain't never had a chance.
I'm better at being back on my side of town,
Back down to earth,
A blue jean boy and a flannel shirt,
I'm just not what you deserve
For what it's worth, for what it's worth.
I'm better at being at who I am,
Better at letting my rebel run,
And nothing about me worth a damn
If I can't be my old man's son.
Your world and mine are worlds apart,
This “square peg, round hole” thing's too hard,
Being something that ain't never had a chance,
I'm better at being who I am.