(Jon McElroy/Billy Crain)
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I hear you complaining about the state of things,
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Wondering why we can? stay the same.
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You don? wanna be changing, but you don? stop to change.
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You just sit around, looking for someone to blame.
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That ain? right; that ain? right.
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Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
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Don? make sense.
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Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
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That ain? right.
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You say you wanna go back to the good ole days,
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When you didn? think twice about the choices you made.
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You could state your opinion, but now you?e too afraid.
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You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.
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That ain? right; that ain? right.
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Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
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Don? make sense.
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Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
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That ain? right.
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Movers and shakers; givers and takers
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All got something worth fighting for.
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The rest just get by; they don? speak their mind.
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They just follow the crowd right out the door.
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That ain? right; that ain? right.
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Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
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Don? make sense.
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Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
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That ain? right.
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That ain? right.
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Oh, that ain? right.
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That Ain't Right
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Tammy Cochran |