Trim Yourself To Fit The World

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 I can`t count the ones I`ve known Who fell right into line Now they walk around with their heads hung down They`ve 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 `Cause 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