Lyrics

Adjustments to be Made
© Drexel Rayford, Vagrants Chapel Music, BMI 2023

Her daddy disappeared and her mama died
She doesn’t have a need to keep her truth inside
No more roles to play, no more cause to hide
The adjustments to be made


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Oh, oh, my, my, let them go
The memories that bring me down
Oh, oh, my, my, take it slow
Better days are coming now!


She told me, “It ain’t you, it’s all me.”
Sure, all these years I couldn’t see that
Among the things she’d said to me
There’re adjustments to be made.

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She’d thought it through, figured it out
In her mind there was no doubt that
The two of us would take separate routes
With adjustments to be made

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She took the spoons, took the forks,
Took the screw that pulls the corks
She’d worked up a long, long list of sorts
For adjustments to be made

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Now, I don’t mind that she kept the table that her
Mama had when she was able, there’s
Not much there that bears my label
For adjustments to be made

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