Correct Me If I'm Wrong
An edgy, bluzy, country rock song about coming to the realization that your lover just isn't in love with you. It starts with a punchy, exciting guitar, that draws you in from the beginning, and has a terrific vocal in the Garth Brooks style that makes you feel the pain the singer is feel
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Correct Me If I'm Wrong
(c) 1998 Danny Jones/Larry Latimer
It' s 2AM in this sleepy town, I think I'll have one more beer
It's been 98 in the shade all day, but it's cold as hell in here
Your telltale eyes say there's something wrong
But your lips are completely still
There's something in the sound of a love gone wrong
That bring's on a winter's chill
Correct me if I'm wrong
But I'm not your Mr. Right
I'm not the one you dream about
When you go to sleep at night
I'm not the one you pictured
Beside you all my life
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't love me
And I'm not your Mr. Right
I could see that we were falling apart
Yea I knew that you didn't care
When I saw you sitting at the breakfast table
With that cold dark empty stare
Was there someone else saying pretty things
In a summer of discontent
Or just a realization that our relationship
Was coming to an end
Repeat Chorus
Tell me I'm wrong
Please tell me I'm wrong
Correct Me If I'm Wrong
(c) 1998 Danny Jones/Larry Latimer
It' s 2AM in this sleepy town, I think I'll have one more beer
It's been 98 in the shade all day, but it's cold as hell in here
Your telltale eyes say there's something wrong
But your lips are completely still
There's something in the sound of a love gone wrong
That bring's on a winter's chill
Correct me if I'm wrong
But I'm not your Mr. Right
I'm not the one you dream about
When you go to sleep at night
I'm not the one you pictured
Beside you all my life
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't love me
And I'm not your Mr. Right
I could see that we were falling apart
Yea I knew that you didn't care
When I saw you sitting at the breakfast table
With that cold dark empty stare
Was there someone else saying pretty things
In a summer of discontent
Or just a realization that our relationship
Was coming to an end
Repeat Chorus
Tell me I'm wrong
Please tell me I'm wrong
