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The Truth

Steve Earle
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Steve Earle


In the blue of the evenin' when the sun is low
There's a shadow that creeps across my cell block floor
And it comes to remind me what I'm in here for ‎

No, I'm not admittin' that I done the crime
I'm only gettin' down to doin' time
And the passin' of days is no concern of mine ‎

There's a guard on the second shift comes on at three
And he's always about a half inch off of me
Like he needs to keep remindin' me that I'm not free ‎

God forgive him 'cause he doesn't see
He's no less a prisoner 'cause he holds a key
And God forbid he turn his back on me ‎

For every wall you build around your fear
A thousand darker things are born in here
And they're fed on contempt for all that you hold dear ‎

The truth is it doesn't matter what you do
‎'Til you gaze in that mirror with an eye that's true
And admit that what scares you is the me in you ‎



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