What Did You Think Would Happen? Part 2: The County & CC&Rs (Edit)

Up-tempo traditional/contemporary story song, witty and confident, conversational verses building into a highly memorable chorus, Acoustic guitar, steady drums, bass, fiddle accents, and touches of pedal steel, Start relatively restrained and let the arrangement grow, The singer is recounting something genuinely painful but now has enough distance to recognize the irony, so the delivery should feel incredulous rather than bitter, Strong emphasis and playful attitude on “What did you think would happen?” Build energy around the recurring metaphors “kick the gift horse in the mouth, ” “killed the golden goose, ” and “open line of credit, ” The Facebook-thread section should briefly pull back and become almost spoken/conversational, especially “Yes, We were selling it, ” Then explode back into the biggest chorus, End triumphant and amused, not wounded, Catchy, singable melody with a chorus that sticks immediately, Tempo: 112–118 BPM, 4/4, Key feel: G or A major

We bought the ground at Riverside,
We built the shop you wanted there.
The building, tools, improvements—
Our money seemed to be everywhere.
It must have looked from where you stood
Like giving had no end—
An open line of credit with no ceiling,
No repayment plan—just spend.

But Riverside was only half of it—
The Malad shop was part of this too.
Your Dad kept working years beyond
So it could still be there for you.
He kept that shop available
So you could build your business too,
While we kept paying all the overhead
For a building being used by you.

Even after your dad stopped working,
When his hip said, That's enough,
We kept the lights on, paid the bills,
Kept financing all that stuff.
Two different shops, two streams of giving,
Both helping you get by—
While apparently behind our backs
My name was being crucified.

You kicked the gift horse in the mouth
While still accepting every gift.
You wanted all the benefits
While helping to widen every rift.
And when your dad finally learned the things
Being said about his wife—
What did you think would happen then?
He made me stop subsidizing your life.

No more open line of credit.
No more ceiling with no end.
No more money flowing freely
Toward those who wouldn't treat us as friends.

Not punishment and not revenge—
Just something painfully overdue:
We weren't going to keep financing
People treating us the way you chose to.

And then came one more strange decision—
Aaron took it to the county door.
The property we bought to help you
Now became one jab more.
You went after the investment
We bought to help your business grow—
You didn't just kick the gift horse.
You tried to kill the golden goose.

And that's the part that still seems crazy,
No matter how it's viewed:
You jeopardized the very property
You had us buy to benefit you.

Then when we chose to sell it,
There was irritation and surprise—

But what options had you left for us to do?

And somewhere in a Facebook thread
Came one last telling little scene.
Lauren asked a simple question,
Casual and clean:
"What's happening with Riverside?"
No accusation underneath.

"I guess they are selling it!"
Came the irritated disbelief.

What options had you left us?

Lauren quietly suggested
There might be more you didn't know.
Maybe there were other pieces
That explained why it was so.
But instead of asking questions,
Everyone quickly chose a side—
They jumped on her for suggesting it,
Then promptly tossed her from the tribe.

What did you think would happen?
That's the question that remains.
You can't sabotage the well
Then be offended when it drains.

You can't kick the gift horse in the mouth,
Kill the goose, then wonder why
The open line of credit closed
And the golden eggs ran dry.

Then with the property put up for sale,
The CC&Rs came through—
Erick knew about them all along,
But never shared while we built for you.

And here's perhaps the sweetest irony
That history ought to show:
Whatever you thought would happen next,
That's not remotely how it goes.
The property went up for sale,
But our security didn't fall.
The life we'd built was never hanging
On that Riverside shop at all.

New doors opened, income grew,
We found ourselves with even more—
More freedom, more security,
More life than we'd enjoyed before.
The stream you tried to interfere with
Wasn't something we required.
Turns out killing one golden goose
Didn't leave our future fried. 😂

This isn't written out of vengeance.
It's a record of what occurred:
We gave because we loved you—
Not because giving was deserved.
But generosity has boundaries,
And eventually you found:
If you kick the gift horse hard enough,
Don't be surprised if it turns around.

You found it.
We bought it.
We built it.
We paid.
You used it.
We carried it.
Then trouble was made.

And when the FOR SALE sign went up
You seemed surprised.

What did you think would happen
When you killed the golden goose,
And closed your own line of credit
That you'd never thought you'd lose?

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You found the piece of property, You showed us where to buy. You had a dream of building there, We helped your dream come alive. I brought money to the table- LOTS of it! Your Dad brought years of work and time— And somehow while we built your dream, You were busy tearing down mine. We bought the ground at Riverside, We built the shop you wanted there. The building, tools, improvements— Our money seemed to be everywhere. It must have looked from where you stood Like giving had no end— An open line of credit with no ceiling, No repayment plan—just spend. But Riverside was only half of it— The Malad shop was part of this too. Your Dad kept working years beyond So it could still be there for you. He kept that shop available So you could build your business too, While we kept paying all the overhead For a building being used by you. Even after your dad stopped working, When his hip said, That's enough, We kept the lights on, paid the bills, Kept financing all that stuff. Two different shops, two streams of giving, Both helping you get by— While apparently behind our backs My name was being crucified. You kicked the gift horse in the mouth While still accepting every gift. You wanted all the benefits While helping to widen every rift. And when your dad finally learned the things Being said about his wife— What did you think would happen then? He made me stop subsidizing your life. No more open line of credit. No more ceiling with no end. No more money flowing freely Toward those who wouldn't treat us as friends. Not punishment and not revenge— Just something painfully overdue: We weren't going to keep financing People treating us the way you chose to. And then came one more strange decision— Aaron took it to the county door. The property we bought to help you Now became one jab more. You went after the investment We bought to help your business grow— You didn't just kick the gift horse. You tried to kill the golden goose. And that's the part that still seems crazy, No matter how it's viewed: You jeopardized the very property You had us buy to benefit you. Then when we chose to sell it, There was irritation and surprise— But what options had you left for us to do? And somewhere in a Facebook thread Came one last telling little scene. Lauren asked a simple question, Casual and clean: "What's happening with Riverside?" No accusation underneath. "I guess they are selling it!" Came the irritated disbelief. What options had you left us? Lauren quietly suggested There might be more you didn't know. Maybe there were other pieces That explained why it was so. But instead of asking questions, Everyone quickly chose a side— They jumped on her for suggesting it, Then promptly tossed her from the tribe. What did you think would happen? That's the question that remains. You can't sabotage the well Then be offended when it drains. You can't kick the gift horse in the mouth, Kill the goose, then wonder why The open line of credit closed And the golden eggs ran dry. Then with the property put up for sale, The CC&Rs came through— Erick knew about them all along, But never shared while we built for you. And here's perhaps the sweetest irony That history ought to show: Whatever you thought would happen next, That's not remotely how it goes. The property went up for sale, But our security didn't fall. The life we'd built was never hanging On that Riverside shop at all. New doors opened, income grew, We found ourselves with even more— More freedom, more security, More life than we'd enjoyed before. The stream you tried to interfere with Wasn't something we required. Turns out killing one golden goose Didn't leave our future fried. 😂 This isn't written out of vengeance. It's a record of what occurred: We gave because we loved you— Not because giving was deserved. But generosity has boundaries, And eventually you found: If you kick the gift horse hard enough, Don't be surprised if it turns around. You found it. We bought it. We built it. We paid. You used it. We carried it. Then trouble was made. And when the FOR SALE sign went up You seemed surprised. What did you think would happen When you killed the golden goose, And closed your own line of credit That you'd never thought you'd lose?

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