I’m Not A Pretty Boy

Gunner Xaden Lee

My Vocals 2

Gunner Xaden Lee

Country Rock, My Deep Vocals, Piano, Violin, Steel Guitar, Electric Guitar, Drums, Fiddle, Harmonica

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Verse 1
I wasn’t raised beneath neon lights,
Just old dirt roads, and Friday nights,
A hand-me-down truck, and a back porch view,
Where a man’s word mattered, more than what he knew.

I’ve worn these boots, through mud and stone,
Made a few mistakes, I can call my own.
Got some scars and stories, I don’t regret,
They’re written in the lines, that I can’t see yet.

Chorus
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.
No polished lines, no grand disguise,
No living life with a safety net.

I’m a little rough around the edges,
Like an old six-string. that ain’t quit yet.
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.

Verse 2
I’ve watched dreams rise, and crumble down,
Lost a few battles, but held my ground.
I’ve seen good people, come and go,
That’s just the way, this old life rolls.

I’ve chased the sun, across the years,
Laughed out loud, and shed some tears.
And if I had the chance, to do it all again,
I’d still be me, from beginning to end.

Chorus
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.
No polished lines, no grand disguise,
No living life with a safety net.

I’m a little rough around the edges,
Like an old six-string. that ain’t quit yet.
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.

Bridge
The world keeps changin’ faster every day,
But I still believe, in earning your way.
I’ve never been the kind, to play pretend,
Take me or leave me, that’s where I stand.
A firm handshake, and look you in the eye,
It stands for something, until the day you die.
Maybe I ain’t everybody’s cup of tea,
But I’m proud of the man starin’ back at me.

Final Chorus
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.
Through every high, and every low,
I ain’t found a reason to forget.

Where I come from, being real still matters,
And that’s a promise, you can always bet.
I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy,
And what you get, is what you get.

Outro
Yeah, the road’s been long,
And I ain’t changin’ yet.
I’m not a pretty boy,
I’m not a city boy,
And what you get…
Is what you get.

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Verse 1 I wasn’t raised beneath neon lights, Just old dirt roads, and Friday nights, A hand-me-down truck, and a back porch view, Where a man’s word mattered, more than what he knew. I’ve worn these boots, through mud and stone, Made a few mistakes, I can call my own. Got some scars and stories, I don’t regret, They’re written in the lines, that I can’t see yet. Chorus I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. No polished lines, no grand disguise, No living life with a safety net. I’m a little rough around the edges, Like an old six-string. that ain’t quit yet. I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. Verse 2 I’ve watched dreams rise, and crumble down, Lost a few battles, but held my ground. I’ve seen good people, come and go, That’s just the way, this old life rolls. I’ve chased the sun, across the years, Laughed out loud, and shed some tears. And if I had the chance, to do it all again, I’d still be me, from beginning to end. Chorus I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. No polished lines, no grand disguise, No living life with a safety net. I’m a little rough around the edges, Like an old six-string. that ain’t quit yet. I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. Bridge The world keeps changin’ faster every day, But I still believe, in earning your way. I’ve never been the kind, to play pretend, Take me or leave me, that’s where I stand. A firm handshake, and look you in the eye, It stands for something, until the day you die. Maybe I ain’t everybody’s cup of tea, But I’m proud of the man starin’ back at me. Final Chorus I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. Through every high, and every low, I ain’t found a reason to forget. Where I come from, being real still matters, And that’s a promise, you can always bet. I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get, is what you get. Outro Yeah, the road’s been long, And I ain’t changin’ yet. I’m not a pretty boy, I’m not a city boy, And what you get… Is what you get.

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