Version of the Truth Lyrics

in B-flat)
in7
(The opening riff, as I recall - I didn't write this part down but I'm
sure it's close)
Spend your life ... search the world over
in
Jump head first into your savage disorder
Scratch your head after every wrong choice
in
Can lose your life trying to find your voice
On the front porch when the storm came through
in
took down some trees... tore off some roofs
Exposed all my grubby little roots
in
hurricane force ... and the living proof
(Chorus)
Fist too tight ... my tongue too loose
in in7
Up on my soap box with my poor excuse
in in7
Everybody's got their version ... of the truth
(and it follows the same pattern for the next verse...)
In this record business where there's nothing to regret
Only the sales projections and figures not met
I hear you did something for me long ago
Now what was your name again ... and how much do I owe?