[Verse 1] Everyone hits rock bottom sometimes Everything goes to hell I had my own dark season Here’s a story I know too well [Verse 2] Had no confidence in who I was Felt cheap, felt second-rate Figure I’d just wallow in the mud And settle for that fate [Pre-Chorus] Started with my niece laughing at my wallet Ten bucks at a folk craft shop Kept it jammed in my back pocket Worn out, bent like a bamboo prop "No cash comes to a wallet like that" My brother said, cold and clear He was right, I had no comeback Nothing I wanted to hear [Chorus] Wanted revenge on my miserable life So I started searching around Typed "RRL" in the search bar And among the mess, here’s what I found It was Judy’s scarf [Verse 3] Made of ragged old patches sewn together Shades of blue that knocked me flat So beautiful, noble, and beat-up Like an old painter’s portrait, just like that [Bridge] So I worked my ass off day and night To get Judy’s scarf, her bag, her wallet too Got company awards, filed a patent Named my very first bag "Buddy"—yeah, it’s true [Chorus] Looked up one day and the tide had turned Everything started falling in place Still holding it together, still walking straight All thanks to one piece of woven cloth It was Judy’s scarf [Outro] (loose acoustic guitar strumming) Yeah, Judy’s scarf...
