Wrong Side Of The Street

Lyrics

[Chorus: Durwood Black] 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 'til 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 'til I smell that whiskey in the air [Verse 1: [?]] Burnin' a lonely cigarette, it's 3:45 A.M.​ And I'm starin' out this bus windshield again Come a hundred and 20 miles from good ol' San Antone Got 440 more 'fore the night begins So big wheels keep on turnin' down this Arizona highway Got four more nights to play before we go home And I hear California callin', tellin' me to come back home Got one more stop and one more longneck gone (Come on) [Chorus: Durwood Black] 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 'til I smell that whiskey in the air [Bridge] I'm gonna tell you like this here Here, put your longneck bottle up [Verse 2: [?]] Well I guess I'm from the wrong side, I talk too fast And I drink a lotta whiskey when I listen to Cash And all the ink on my arms are my battlin' 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 Breakin' rules and breakin' 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 Waffle House 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 wanna, you just gotta have a drive Headlights still shinin' as we work through the highway Yeah, 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 [Chorus: Durwood Black] 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 'til I smell that whiskey in the air