LYRIC

I don't know how I wound up this far underground
Guess I've been holding myself down
I can search for and make, but never say it to your face

Now I'm back here in these old United States
I do declare I still hold my place
In a comfortable way of living by the day

[Instrumental]

Trial one this way comes
Trial one this way comes
Trial one this way comes
Trial one this way comes

[Instrumental]

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