(Troy Seals/Mentor Williams)



I know a man we call him poor boy Jones

He's never been a 100 miles from home

He's got a pretty good farm

And a level head

A heart of gold



No satelite dish for his TV set

And he ain't on lie with the internet

He says guitar music entertains us here

and it sounds real good to the untrained ear



And I can't find a rason to echange

More of this and more of that

Has never been my game

The way I've got it figured out

I ain't missed a thing

And I can't find a reason to change



Some people like to fly around first class

But a greyhound bus goes pretty dang fast

Been a while lot of times when time were lean

A big night out was a Dairy Queen

He says all my children believe in god

They can hold their own

They can hold a job

There's a whole lot of color in the human race

And loving one another makes a better place



And I can't find a rason to echange

More of this and more of that

Has never been my game

The way I've got it figured out

I ain't missed a thing

And I can't find a reason to change

No, I can't find a reason to change