All My Sins

When I was a young man, I had a friend
Who said: Do whatever you want, just do it, my friend
Knowing that you will offend
If you stay true and don't pretend

When I started in country music
All those fuckers tried to bring me down
But while they waste time talking
I'm working, as you can see

I don't look for mistakes
I'm just making all my tracks
I can take all my sins
And put them on my fucking shelf

You can talk about love and hate
Or anything else that you wrote
But when you speak the truth, my friend
All the shit comes afloat

If you have nothing to say, my big old fellow
Either swallow all my songs, or do something better

I don't look for mistakes
I'm just making all my tracks
I can take all my sins
And put them on my fucking shelf