If God had a name, what would it be And would we call it to His face If we were faced with Him and all His glory? What would you ask if you had just one question? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home If God had a face, what would it look like And would you want to see it If seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like heaven And Jesus and the saints and all the prophets? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to heaven all alone Nobody calling on the phone Except for the Pope maybe in Rome But He ain't home, He ain't home, He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! Oh yeah, oh! (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?)

(One of us, one of us) (One of us, one of us) One of us got his number hung up, bet he probably coulda made the big leagues One of us dropped out tenth grade and he's 'bout to be a daddy next week One of us wound up on a Greyhound bus, sent him out of this one-horse town He was gone about a year and now he's sittin' right here with a beer right now We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country We all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us Yeah, you might be one of us One of us got hitched to a girl he first kissed way back in fifth grade One of us ain't got no settle-down in him, probably never gonna change One of us been gone since he got called home, drove right off the road in his Chevy Any one of us coulda been shotgun, so we drink one in his memory We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country We all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us Yeah, you might be one of us Raise 'em up, raise 'em up If it sounds like you, then you might be one of us So raise 'em up (raise 'em up) If it sounds like you, then you might be one of us We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country They all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us (one of us, one of us) Yeah, you might be one of us (one of us, one of us) Yeah, you might be one of us (one of us, one of us) You might be one of us (one of us, one of us)

They passed me by all of those great romances You were I felt robbing me of my rightful chances My picture clear everything seemed so easy And so I dealt you the blow One of us had to go Now it's different I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all I saw myself as a concealed attraction I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action Just like a child stubborn and misconceiving That's how I started the show, one of us had to go Now I've changed and I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all Never left at all staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all

Some things never change Never switch on gang On a plane shit I wake up in a different state Shit ain't same Since you left my heart been cold like space Plane Jane Gotta flood my roley face Eating great like a fat kid like to my face Skinny with the racks like to stuff my safe I can't trust hoes niggas I can't trust your mans Niggas ask for handouts like father stretch my hands Gotta keep it on me Reminiscing how a nigga got the reaper on me Niggas round fake yea them fucking niggas phony Cooling on me say she love me but a nigga lonely Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Gates