Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Side Of Wrong, artist - Bon Jovi.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Right Side Of Wrong |
A friend of a friend needs a favor |
No questions asked, there’s not much more to say |
Me and the wife, we need the money |
We’ve got four kids all hungry, one on the way |
Slip these sweat socks in your shirt and pray they think your packin' |
Be sure to keep your head down, don’t look 'em in the eye |
And don’t get fancy, Ricky, we ain’t Jimmy Cagney |
Look at me, let’s do the job and let’s get home tonight |
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights |
We’ll slip across the border on the wrong side of right |
And just like Butch and Sundance we’ll ride until the dawn |
Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs |
On the Right Side of Wrong |
We picked a helluva of a night, from the shore I see the skyline |
In a couple of hours from now Rick, we’re gonna get out of this life |
We’ll stop for smokes, I brought a six pack, we’ll stop at lookers on the way |
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Hell, we’ll laugh this off, keep your fingers crossed that all goes well tonight |
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights |
We’ll slip across the border on the wrong side of right |
And just like Butch and Sundance we’ll ride until the dawn |
Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs |
On the Right Side of Wrong |
We’ll make the grade, they’ll know our names, I need a friend to drive here |
Wear my necklace of St. Christopher and talk to him while I go inside |
I’ll take that suitcase, get the cash and we’ll be gone before you know |
Wait until we tell the girls we’re moving down to the Gulf of Mexico… |
A friend of a friend needed a favor |
Life was just what happened while we were busy making plans |
We never saw nothing, there was a run-in |
.9 millimeter steel was coming for the windshield of that Oldsmobile |
As the cop said, «Show your hands!» |
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights |
We’ll slip across the border on the wrong side of right |
And just like Butch and Sundance we’ll ride until the dawn |
Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs |
On the Right Side of Wrong |