If I were
A man of faith,
Do you think
God’d know my face?
If i were
A man of stone,
Do you think
He’d let me go?
If I were
A man who ran,
Do you think
I could come again?
If I were
A man of dirt,
Do you think
I could be of worth?

Well, I don’t know
But I see
My seat is worn
In front of me.
There’s a bottle
Set out for me.
You can ask your lord
But I’m quite busy.

If I were
A man of lies,
Do you think
I’d remember mine?
If I were
A man of rage,
Do you think
I’d not forgive?
If I were
A man of truth,
Do you think
I’d need some proof?
If I were
A man of peace,
Do you think
I’d be afraid?

Well, I don’t know
But I see
My seat is worn
In front of me.
There’s a bottle
Set out for me.
You can ask your lord
But I’m quite busy.

I taste the whiskey
It’s quite divine.
It holds more truth
Than’s in your spine.
I feel the floor creak
Beneath my feet.
Heaven or hell,
They both can wait.

Well, I don’t know
But I see
My seat is worn
In front of me.
There’s a bottle
Set out for me.
You can ask your lord
But I’m quite busy.

If I were
a man of state,
do you think
I’d want to stay?
If I were
a man so caged,
Do you think
I’d break away?

Well, I don’t know
But I see
My seat is worn
In front of me.
There’s a bottle
Set out for me.
You can ask your lord
But I’m quite busy.

I taste the whiskey
It’s quite divine.
It holds more truth
Than’s in your spine.
I feel the floor creak
Beneath my feet.
Heaven or hell,
They both can wait.

Well, I don’t know
But I see
My seat is worn
In front of me.
There’s a bottle
Set out for me.
You can ask your lord
But I’m quite busy.

I feel the floor creak
Beneath my feet.
Heaven or hell,
They both can wait.