Write your wrongs
Lyrics
Verse 1
I was raised where the backroads turn to dust,
Where a handshake still meant more than trust.
I learned real quick when to bite my tongue,
But I was young, hell-bent, and country-dumb.Spent some nights in a neon haze,
Burned a few bridges and a few good days.
Thought being hard was the only way strong,
Till an old six-string started proving me wrong.
Chorus
Write your wrongs
By singin’ some good ol’ country songs,
Mendin’ up the hearts that broke while you were gone,
Raise your beer to the ones that never came home,
Take those redneck ride-alongs,
Down the roads where you don’t belong,
Leave the fightin’ in the rearview, son—
That’s how ya write your wrongs.
Verse 2
There’s an empty stool at the Rusty Nail,
A faded photograph and a story to tell.
We used to raise hell on a Friday night,
Swore we’d all make it out all right.Now I hear his laugh in a worn-out score,
See his name carved deep in the barroom door.
So I pour one slow when the band plays on,
For the good ones gone but never really gone.
Chorus
Write your wrongs
By singin’ some good ol’ country songs,
Mendin’ up the hearts that broke while you were gone,
Raise your beer to the ones that never came home,
Take those redneck ride-alongs,
Down the roads where you don’t belong,
Leave the fightin’ in the rearview, son—
That’s how ya write your wrongs.
Bridge
Ain’t no way to erase them days,
Or bring back the ones that slipped away.
But you can call your mama, hold your child,
Put a little mercy back in your mile.
Put your boots where your mouth has been,
Make a little peace with all your sins.
Final Chorus
Write your wrongs
By singin’ some good ol’ country songs,
Mendin’ up the hearts that broke while you were gone,
Raise your beer to the ones that never came home.
Take those redneck ride-alongs,
With the windows down and the radio on,
Be the man you wish you’d been all along—
That’s how ya write your wrongs.
Outro
Yeah, the past might always tag along,
But you can turn it into a country song…
That’s how ya write your wrongs