(*Jason Boland) There's no two ways about it* I'm a stubborn son of a gun I know sometimes you doubt it Till I give you some Then that deer in the headlight look gives you away Now what kind of games you playing I'm not familiar with that one I try to troubleshoot what you're saying Are you having fun? On second thought I'll be moving along for sure As you were If it were up to me I know what I'd do If it were up to me I'd leave it up to you Then I'd make my way back home Look in to gettin stoned If it were up to me Now my mind starts to aching And you never heard a joke But sometimes I feel forsaken Just another who spoke Going round and round Man this should be a crime Good times If it were up to me I know what I'd do If it were up to me I'd leave it up to you Then I'd make my way back home Look in to gettin stoned If it were up to me If it were up to me I'd go out on a limb If it were up to me I'll bet it's alright with him Cause I'd sail out across the board Give 10 percent to the lord If it were up to me If it were up to me I know what I'd do If it were up to me I'd leave it up to you Then I'd make my way back home Look in to gettin stoned Take a shotgun to the phone If it were up to me