Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Misunderstood , by - Eric Church. Song from the album Mr. Misunderstood, in the genre КантриRelease date: 10.11.2015
Record label: EMI Records Nashville
Song language: English
Mr. Misunderstood |
| Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes |
| Sitting in the back of the class; |
| I was just like you |
| Always left out, never fit in |
| Owning that path you’re walking in |
| Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio |
| But you love your daddy’s vinyl, old-time rock and roll |
| Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard |
| And think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother |
| Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| One day you’ll lead the charge, you’ll lead the band |
| Guitar Hero with lightnin' hands |
| And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms |
| They’ll be helpless to your musical charms |
| And they’ll all hold up their hands |
| They’ll all wanna dance |
| Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail |
| Red hair tied up in a blue bandanna |
| She was hotter than the Devil’s hell |
| She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers |
| Jackson Pollock, and gin |
| Her daddy didn’t trust my intentions |
| So he turned to his daddy’s old .410 |
| I’m Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| Had an axe to grind, so off I went |
| Mad at the sun for coming up again |
| I lost religion, found my soul in the blues |
| Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes |
| Yeah, everybody held up their hands |
| And every soul on Beale Street danced |
| With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth |
| Through the glass behind my rear-view |
| Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue |
| Played with fire and I played on ledges |
| Every circus, stage, and county fair |
| They tried to file my points, sand my edges |
| And I just grew out my hair |
| I’m Mr. Misunderstood, I’m Mr. Misunderstood |
| They’re standing in line, chasing the buzz |
| Til the next big things and already was |
| And hell if they know what they’re trying to find |
| If it ain’t that same old, been-done kind |
| Yeah, gives the head-scratchers fits |
| Wondering how in the hell they missed |
| I’m Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood |
| Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes |
| Sitting in the back of the class; |
| I was just like you |
| Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) |
| Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) |
| Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) |
| Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) |
| Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) |
| I’m Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here) |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na (I understand) |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na (I understand) |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na (I understand) |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na (I understand…) |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na |
| Na na na na-na, na na na na-na |
| Na na na na-na na |