Written by Steve Dean/Billy Montana
D Cadd9 I used to believe what money could bring G Was worth more than anything else D Cadd9 But all that changed when I had a dream G And I got a good look at myself D Cadd9 I stood face to face with the ghost of my past G And the spirit what was to come D Cadd9 And they made it clear that one day I'd have G To answer for what I had done Em A And I saw what I'd becomeI ain't no prophet and I ain't no saint And I ain't made no great sacrifice I just keep tryin' to carry my weight I keep trying to do what is right And it's hard to do right sometimes Chorus Chorus Oh, the preacher won't have to lieD D/C# C G The choices you make, the chances you take D Cadd9 G They'll follow you all of your life D D/C# C I'm just tryin' to live so when I die G D The preacher won't have to lie