Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Ain't Right , by - Joey+Rory. Song from the album Album Number Two, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.2009
Record label: Sugar Hill
Song language: English
You Ain't Right |
| If you can’t buy groceries this week |
| 'Cause you put your cheque down on a big screen |
| You ain’t right |
| You’re in your thirties without a job |
| And you’re still living with your mom |
| You ain’t right |
| You go to your great uncle’s wake |
| And you live there with a hot date |
| You find a deer on the side of the road |
| Check his pulse and you take him home |
| If you’re gonna leave early from the barn |
| 'Cause your kids are out there waiting in the car |
| You ain’t right |
| You ain’t right to say the least you’re different |
| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missing |
| Bless your heart, look around |
| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound |
| Lord knows you’re not alone and we’re all a little wrong |
| But you ain’t right |
| Now if your truck cost more than your house |
| Your girlfriend don’t know about your spouse |
| You ain’t right |
| Or if you’re past old enough to drive |
| You’re still struggling through junior high |
| You ain’t right |
| If your wife’s mowing the lawn |
| While you’re fishing all weekend long |
| Or you show up late for church |
| Smelling like beer in a white pewter shirt |
| Or you’re standing in a checkout line |
| Something reeks and you just smile |
| No, you ain’t right |
| You ain’t right to say the least you’re different |
| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missing |
| Bless your heart, look around |
| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound |
| Lord knows you’re not alone and we’re all a little wrong |
| But you ain’t right |
| You ain’t right to say the least you’re different |
| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missing |
| Bless your heart, look around |
| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound |
| Lord knows you’re not alone and we’re all a little wrong |
| But you ain’t right |
| Son, your lights, they may be on |
| But you’re not always home |
| Yeah, we’re all a little wrong |
| But you ain’t right |