I've never been so hungry
Seems like twenty-two years, I've been looking for a fight
Never stayed in school for long, couldn't keep my patience on
Never had the motivation quite to get my timimg right

I want my story to begin
There's a time to save up and a time to spend
I'm too young for the past tense
All this worrying about what might have been

Should have been a preacher man
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go

I've never been so thirsty to get my soul right
But like a summer bug, I've been burned by the blinding light
Never stayed in church for long, poplar pews and white folk songs
Sunday morning never was as real as Friday night

I want to celebrate my sins
There's a time to save up and a time to spend
I'm too young for the past tense
All this worrying about what might have been

Should have been a preacher man
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go

Some day they'll write my name upon a stone
And I won't be there to see it
Up on Calv'ry calling me I know they'll say…

Should have been a preacher man
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener

Should have been a preacher man
Let the good book show me where to stand
In this earthly half-way home
Should have been a farmin' man
Teach my boy to plow the land
Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go