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Wrong Side of the Street (Feat Durwood Black)They say we come from the wrong side of the streetBut it really don't matter to me So grab you a Longneck Bottle And raise it like you don't care Let's hit the road and let it wind us California, Mississippi, Carolinas And I ain't home till I smell That whiskey in the air They say we come from the wrong side of the street But it really don't matter to me So grab you a Longneck Bottle And raise it like you don't care Let's hit the road and let it wind us California, Mississippi, Carolinas And I ain't home till I smell That whiskey in the air Burning a lonely cigarette, it's 3:45 a.m. And I'm staring at this bus windshield again Come a hundred and 20 miles from the good ol' San Anton Got 440 more 'fore the night begins So big wheels keep on turning down this Arizona highway Got 4 more nights to play before we go home And I hear California calling, telling me to come back home Got one more stop and one more [?] gone They say we come from the wrong side of the street But it really don't matter to me So grab you a Longneck Bottle And raise it like you don't care Let's hit the road and let it wind us California, Mississippi, Carolinas And I ain't home till I smell That whiskey in the air I'm gonna tell you like this Here, put your Longneck bottle [?] Well I guess I'm from the wrong side, I talk too fast And I drink a lotta whiskey when I listen to Cash [?] battling scars Like the cigarette burns on a wooden guitar And even CMT knows that I'm tatted head to toe I'm proof that country music doesn't have a dress code Breaking rules and breaking bottles but I bet I've seen it all Wrong side of the street, or wrong side of the law Now it's 3:45 I see a [?] sign Pull the bus to the curb and let me go inside Stage lights to highways, yeah it's been a long ride But you can make it if you want it, you just gotta have a drive Headlights still shining as we [?] through the highway I've done a lotta wrong but I still did it my way Different time zone, California's up the road And if whiskey's in the air then I know I'm back home They say we come from the wrong side of the street But it really don't matter to me So grab you a Longneck Bottle And raise it like you don't care Let's hit the road and let it wind us California, Mississippi, Carolinas And I ain't home till I smell That whiskey in the air |