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Backstory:

Just a fun, guitar-driven good-'ol-boy song!                                                                                                                                        

Lyrics:

                                                  
‘Tween Wrong and Right                                     ©2012 Ronald G Brown

Verse:

She sent me off to the grocery store
Said, “Get somethin’ good for dinner tonight”
But when I came home with chips and beer…I knew…
There ain’t enough space ‘tween wrong and right

Chorus:

Lord, I need that space… ‘tween wrong and right
When I’m kinda wrong… I need a place to hide
I’m tired of duckin’ dishes… And runnin’ from the Mrs.
I’m a good dog if the leash ain’t tied too tight
But there ain’t enough space ‘tween wrong and right

Verse:

So, she threw my pillow out the back door
She growled and said, “You sleep with the mutt”
I said, “It’s like campin’, honey, I’ll be okay…
Oh, I shouldda just kept my big mouth shut

Chorus:

Lord, I need that space… ‘tween wrong and right
When I’m kinda wrong… I need a place to hide
I hope you hear me, cause I might nearly
Freeze to death by the end of this here night… Nope…
There ain’t enough space ‘tween wrong and right


Bridge:

We get lots of dawn ‘tween night and day…
Between black and white, we get good ol’ gray
I hate to ask for favors when I pray… But…

Chorus:

Lord, I need that space… Where I can hide
When I’m kinda wrong… It can’t be too wide
I love her so, but you should know…
She can be a keg of doggone dynamite… When…
There ain’t enough space ‘tween wrong and right