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Southerners have many wonderful idioms and phrases. I once overheard a snippet of conversation between two ladies, where one said to the other "...and if it doesn't work out, just tell my preacher I meant well."

In an album largely focused on the concept of home, it seemed fitting to have a song about someone who can't seem to find theirs. In thinking about "home" as a place where we "fit" neatly and where everything goes right and feels comfortable, I felt inspired by my own occasional feelings of inadequacy, of feeling like a screw up, and that I can't seem to live up to a moral standard I believe in. The unspoken truth in this song is that the singer needn't be so hard on themselves. To anyone who feels similarly displaced, I would like to personally invite them to find their home on a little planet called Earth, where nobody is perfect, but we're working on it. You'll fit in nicely.

This song was co-written with the talented Sam Wilson Morris.

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Wand’ring again, this familiar state I’m in
The wind’s at my back, it keeps me moving on
Flows through my veins, like a west-bound train
Restlessly searching for so long

Will I find it or not? I can’t tell
Just tell my preacher I meant well

I knew before too long, this is where I don’t belong
Gave it half a chance, and that’s when I departed
I should’ve know, didn’t leave well enough alone
I was better off leaving before I started

Yet another town I bid farewell
I made an offer that didn’t sell
They say good intentions pave the road to hell
Just tell my preacher I meant well

What can I do when everything turns out wrong
But take my coat and hat, and move along

Weary and resigned, but still I hope to find
Something growing in the seeds that I have sown
No way to know; I’m getting tired and it shows
I need to settle down, but it’s all I’ve ever known

To that old way of life, I bid farewell
I’ve been wasting all this time, and it’s just as well
Will I find my way or not, time will tell
Just tell my preacher I meant well

I just wanna say, as I carry on my way
I meant well

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from The Home I Know - Front Porch Edition, released January 27, 2023

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