With You I Am

I’ve never been a “Cool Hand Luke”, the quarterback of the winning team
Or the guy with the right kinda punch-lines everybody wants to be
I never was that lucky ol cuss with a straight flush in his hand
Oh but with you, I am.

I ain’t no Patrick Swayze, my old boots never danced on air
Never walked with a swag looking sharp as a tack
Lit up like Time Square
Who’s that guy with a big old smile as wide as the Rio Grande
Oh with you I am.

Strong as an oak, soft like leather. High as a pine and light as a feather
The same ol boy but a whole lot better whenever you’re holding my hand
I use to poke fun at them punch drunk lovers
I never thought I’d be that man,
Oh but with you I am, Oh baby with you I am

I’ve always been a “do it my way” drifter
Another highway, another town
Never thought about bout that little white house with a porch all the way around
Yeah I never saw me on a swing talking sweet talking dreams, but I’ll be damned
With you I Am

Strong as an oak, soft like leather. High as a pine and light as a feather
The same ol boy but a whole lot better whenever you’re holding my hand
I use to poke fun at them punch drunk lovers
I never thought I’d be that man,
Oh baby with you, I am
Oh baby with you, I am