[Intro] [A slow, greasy bass groove kicks in, joined by a chicken-picking electric guitar and a light brass "stab" on the offbeat. 0:45][Verse 1] [Male vocalist, male baritone, slow and conversational with a slight twang] You’re talking ‘bout a makeover, a brand-new coat of paint Trying to turn a sinner into a digital saint But I’m a weathered barn door, seasoned by the rain I don’t change my hinges just to ease your brain You want a city thoroughbred? Well, friend, you’re out of luck I’m a thirty-year-old engine in a rusted-out truck [Slow 0:55] [Chorus] [Full funk pocket, horns adding a soulful lift] What you see is what you get, no filters on the lens I don’t bend my principles to follow all your trends Take it or leave it, like a stubborn old mule I ain't dropping out of my own Sunday school! You can keep the glitter, I’ll keep the dirt I’m comfortable living in my own flannel shirt! [Groovy 0:40] [Musical Interval 1] [A soulful, bluesy steel guitar solo over a heavy funk beat. The brass section provides rhythmic "punches" behind the twang. 1:10] [Soloist: Leroy Lamar - Guitar] [Verse 2] [Male vocalist, male baritone, humorous delivery] You’re planting plastic flowers and calling it a crop I’m the kind of harvest that you just can’t stop I’m as fixed as a fence post in a field of clay I don’t move for the weather, I don’t move for the day If you want a weather vane, go find a breezy soul But I’m the solid rock inside the honey hole! [Slow 0:55] [Musical Interval 2] [A funky, percussive organ solo that sounds like a church revival meeting in a nightclub. Heavy Brazilian percussion accents. 1:15] [Soloist: Bob Morgan - Organ] [Bridge] [The music drops to just the bass and a "clinking" percussion sound. The vocal is a rhythmic half-spoken drawl.] Some folks are like tumbleweeds, rolling with the draft Looking for a spotlight or a better-looking craft But my roots go deeper than a dry-spell well I’ve got a story of my own that I’m gonna tell! [Build-up with brass 0:45] [Final Chorus] [Maximum funk energy, brass section playing a triumphant melody] What you see is what you get, what you hear is true I wasn't built to be a better version of you! Take it or leave it, put the plow in the ground I’m the only honest thing for thirty miles around! Glory to the Maker for the mud and the grit I’m staying in this skin and I’m making it fit! [Groovy 0:55] [Outro] [The song ends on a final, low bass note and a lingering steel guitar slide. 0:15] [Percussionist: Dusting for Percussion]
