VibeFoundry - Wrong Place | Southern Rock

Wrong Place is a raw southern rock track that tells the story of a man who ended up in the wrong spot at the wrong time—and paid the price for someone else's crime. Gritty riffs, stomping drums, and a voice soaked in whiskey and rage deliver the outlaw energy of a system that don’t care if you’re guilty or not. Welcome to the dirt, the rust, and the rage. This is Wrong Place.

Lyrics:
He stepped outside just to light a smoke,
Quarter past ten, wore his granddad’s coat.
Old Ford was humming by the liquor shack,
Didn’t see the gun in the window crack.

Wrong place, wrong time,
He ain’t guilty but he’s doin’ time.
Just a ghost in a broken frame,
Ain’t no mercy when they know your name.

Cops rolled in with their boots and glare,
Shoved him down, he was gaspin’ air.
Didn’t fire no shot, didn’t rob no store,
Still his face hit that concrete floor.

One wrong breath, one wrong move,
And you’re the villain with nothin’ to prove.

Wrong place, wrong time,
Truth don’t matter in a crooked line.
Caught in hell with a borrowed name,
Now the whole damn town spits blame.

Lawyer’s green, judge don’t care,
Mama cries while they cut his hair.
Ten years gone in a courtroom blink,
Life derailed for a piss and drink.

Bar's torn down, no one knows the tale,
Just a photo hangin’ in the county jail.
One poor soul who crossed that line,
Turned to rust by the hands of time.

Steel bars hum a lonesome tune,
Tats still fresh from that county rune.
He don’t beg, he don’t confess,
Just waits his time in a wrinkled vest.

Wrong place, wrong time,
Another name lost to the grime.

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