Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caleb Caudle
Lead Vocals
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Sam Bush
Mandolin
Carlene Carter
Background Vocals
Elizabeth Cook
Background Vocals
Dennis Crouch
Electric Bass Guitar
Fred Eltringham
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Caudle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Carter Cash
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I don't fit in, not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in, not at all, not at all
[Instrumental]
I never minded following all the rules that were set for me
Just so long they all made sense and I could do just as I pleased
You can be yourself, I was told it ain't worth the fight
That kept me up all night
[Chorus]
I don't fit in, not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in, not at all, not at all
[Instrumental]
The shorter roads and lighter loads only thing that you have to do
Be less of this and more of that 'til there's little left of you
I could let the light slide right through my two front teeth
That don't sit right with me
[Chorus]
I don't fit in, not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in, not at all, not at all
[Instrumental]
The deck is stacked, my bags are packed
One for all my many moves
I'll change again, get strange again
What a chore it is to choose
I'll be satisfied, full of pride when my wind has blown
Into the wild unknown
[Chorus]
I don't fit in, not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in, not at all, not at all
Written by: Caleb Caudle