Choppin' Wood

I ain't too good at choppin' wood,
But my daddy said I should.
I need a woman with a nice strong back,
Child-bearin' hips and a one room shack.
I'm a hard, hard worker every day;
Dirty hands and a little pay.
I get up early and I get back late.

I ain't too good at matching clothes
Wearing heels and panty hose.
I need a man that's sensitive;
Stoic and contemplative.
A scholar and a gentleman.
A caller with strong arms
To hold me in.

So what if we're not everything
Our mothers and our fathers
Expect us to be.
Could I be the one
who's in your dreams,
Could I be the one
who you redeem?

I've gotten good at acting sweet,
But it's hard to admit defeat.
I'm prim and proper and put together
I'm sick and sore, under the weather.
Got friends in places high and low,
Learned things I didn't want to know,
Been lifted up just to be let go.

I'm getting good at actin' tough,
But I haven't gotten good enough.
I want to be on the silver screen,
I'm a kind-hearted man that's often mean.
I'm a lover and a fighter;
I'm a worker and a writer;
I am a dreamer woken up by fits of rage.

Been trying hard to understand
What it means to be a man,
And every time I fall in love,
I hug and kiss then push and shove.
I'm solid then I'm soft and then,
I'm gone and then I'm back again.
I am a saint but my heart's filled with sin.