Song about the Wrongs
by Justin Lambert


Spending my days running through my mind
Looking for an idea one of a kind
Spending my nights confused and dazed
Playing my guitar with morning on the way


Writing songs about all the shit I've done wrong
Late night drunks that turn into early dawns
All those lies that come back around
Turn into poems with old country sounds


Low-paying gigs terrible sounds
Free food free beerto small hometown crowds
Breaking guitar strings at all the wrong times
"I can hear your guitar, I can't hear your mic."


Singing songs about all the shit I've done wrong
Late night drunks that turn into early dawns
All those lies that come back around
Turn into poems with old country sounds


Work eight hours today I gotta show tonight
Work eight hours tomorrow with no rest in sight
Now it's the weekend and Saturday night
I'll be drinking a draught in the dim barroom light


Living  songs about all the shit I've done wrong
Late night drunks that turn into early dawns
All those lies that come back around
Turn into poems with old country sounds



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