New song, mid-tempo country in A minor; think guitar, mandolin, fiddle - here's the story so far:
You talk about the little guys,
you talk about disgrace
You make up lies about the past
and throw them in my face
I'm trying not to scream
and so I had to write a song -
in the end you'll wind up
right where you belong
I don't believe in Heaven,
and I don't believe in Hell
But I believe that each deed
has a price that time will tell
has a price that time will tell
And I don't know the Bible,
but I do know right from wrong -
I know someday you'll end up
right where you belong
You talk about the little guys,
you talk about disgrace
You make up lies about the past
and throw them in my face
I'm trying not to scream
and so I had to write a song -
in the end you'll wind up
right where you belong
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