Verse 1
Backroads buzzin’, tongues waggin’ fast,
Folks pointin’ fingers, judgin’ the past.
They see your shadow, your tiniest flaw,
But they can’t see the log in their own saw.
Verse 2
Church steeples tall, lips preachin’ right,
But in the mirror, there’s battles at night.
We all got secrets, we all got scars,
Yet we cast stones from our fancy cars.
Chorus
Logs and specs, eyes on the wrong,
Pointin’ at neighbors while we sing our song.
Ain’t no shame in sayin’ we fall, we bend,
But the log in our own eye’s the thing to mend.
Verse 3
Small-town whispers, gossip on the breeze,
Judgment comes easy, but it don’t come free.
We hide our hurt, we hide our sin,
Yet we love to throw stones at where others been.
Verse 4
Hands in the dirt, hearts on our sleeves,
Life’s a lesson, tougher than we believe.
So I’ll watch my step, I’ll check my sight,
Before I shine my fire on someone else’s night.
Chorus
Logs and specs, eyes on the wrong,
Pointin’ at neighbors while we sing our song.
Ain’t no shame in sayin’ we fall, we bend,
But the log in our own eye’s the thing to mend.
Bridge
Raspy prayers, whiskey lips,
We all got cracks, we all got slips.
So I won’t judge, I’ll just ride on through,
Work on my soul, Lord, let it be true.
Verse 5
Sunday morning, dust on my boots,
I’ll mind my own, sing my own truths.
We all stumble, we all got pain,
Better fix our own roof before it rains.
Chorus
Logs and specs, eyes on the wrong,
Pointin’ at neighbors while we sing our song.
Ain’t no shame in sayin’ we fall, we bend,
But the log in our own eye’s the thing to mend.
Outro
So judge me slow, Lord, I’m doin’ my best,
Check my own soul, put the rest to rest.
Logs and specs, we all got a share,
I’ll keep my eyes humble, and I’ll keep my prayer.
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