(aaron tippin/philip douglas/kim williams)

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
Im 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 wont be nothin left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you wont know yourself
Youll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
Youll whittle yourself away

I could change to fit his world
But I just aint that kind
Some sell their soul for the easy road
The devils always buying
I cant count the ones Ive known
Who fell right into line
Now they walk around with their heads hung down
Theyve got no piece of mind

If you trim yourself to fit the world
There wont be nothin left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you wont know yourself
Youll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
Youll whittle yourself away

So before you sign that dotted line
Or do something that youd rather not
Before you compromise your stand
Friend, let me tell you what
Dont let the crowd get so loud
You cant hear your conscience speak
cause Im willing to bet that youll soon regret
That you sold yourself so cheap

If you trim yourself to fit the world
There wont be nothin left
Just a little here and a little there
Till you wont know yourself
Youll be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your grave
If you trim yourself to fit the world
Youll whittle yourself away

If you trim yourself to fit the world
Youll whittle yourself away