Trim Yourself To Fit The World Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Each time the good Lord makes a man 

He always breaks the mold 

So it sure does raise a flag 

For that rebel in my soul 

When some phony carbon copy says 

I'm the black sheep of the fold 

Well, this is what I tell 'em 

When I tell 'em where to go 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

There won't be nothin' left 

Just a little here and a little there 

Till you won't know yourself 

You'll be a pile of shavings 

When they put you in your grave 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

You'll whittle yourself away 

I could change to fit his world 

But I just ain't that kind 

Some sell their soul for the easy road 

The devil's always buying 

And I can't count the ones I've known 

Who fell right into line 

Now they walk around with their heads hung down 

They got no piece of mind 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

There won't be nothin' left 

Just a little here and a little there 

Till you won't know yourself 

You'll be a pile of shavings 

When they put you in your grave 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

You'll whittle yourself away 

So before you sign that dotted line 

Or do something that you'd rather not 

Before you compromise your stand 

Friend, let me tell you what 

Don't let the crowd get so loud 

You can't hear your conscience speak 

I'm willing to bet that you'll soon regret 

That you sold yourself so cheap 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

There won't be nothin' left 

Just a little here and a little there 

Till you won't know yourself 

You'll be a pile of shavings 

When they put you in your grave 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

You'll whittle yourself away 

If you trim yourself to fit the world 

You'll whittle yourself away