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Words
Verse 1
Curtis, I have started this about eleven times
Every version was me building up a reason and a line
Mama's house on Pine Level came to me and not to you
And I let the paperwork say it 'cause I was too proud to
Three Novembers went on by and I let them all go past
I heard about your knee from Cousin Pearl. That is how bad it got.
Chorus
I was wrong, Curtis. Plain and out loud, I was wrong.
Not half wrong, not wrong-but-you-too — wrong, and I let it run long
You don't owe me a Sunday and you don't owe me a call
But the key's under the same brick, and that house is half yours after all
Verse 2
Your girl walked across that stage in May and I sat in my truck
Got as far as the lot behind the school and I turned around
I told myself you wouldn't want me showing up like that
That was a lie I liked, and I had three years to sit in it
I sang about grace all summer with my whole chest, every week
And I could not drive four miles up that road and say one word
Chorus
I was wrong, Curtis. Plain and out loud, I was wrong.
Not half wrong, not wrong-but-you-too — wrong, and I let it run long
You don't owe me a Sunday and you don't owe me a call
But the key's under the same brick, and that house is half yours after all
Outro
There's a plate for you at Thanksgiving whether you come or you don't
There's the good chair by the window and nobody has sat in it
Take your time, Curtis. Same number, same church, same pew.
I was wrong. That's the whole song. I'll sing it as long as it takes.
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