Your Man

If I were superstitious, I'd be afraid of her black cat bone

If I were a hoarder I'd be afraid that all my thrills are gone

If I was more enterprising I wouldn't need big boss man

If soda pop give you wings I'd fly straight across the Rio Grande

I'm just a man, take me as I am, born and raised in the Midwest

Leather boots and a farmers tan

If I weren't myself I wouldn't get to be your man

If I were a doctor I cure your ache and fever

If I were a preacher man I'd make you a believer

If I were better looking I'd be on the cover of the GQ mag