| It was a girl’s night out and I was sittin' at home
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| When brother-in-law called me on the phone
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| He said, Son, let’s you and me go steppin' out
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| I found a little place this girls know nothin' about
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| Well, I knew when we crossed that county line
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| We’re in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| A mountain of a man was takin' money outside
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| I saw a line of Harley’s and some four-wheel drives
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| I said, Brother-in-law I think we better steer clear
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| Don’t tell me that you really want to go in here
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| I ain’t a fortune teller but I kinda got a vibe
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| We’re in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Wrong place, wrong time
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| Lord, I must be outta my mind
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| If we ever get of this place with our lives
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| What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?
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| I was mindin' my business, sittin' on a stool
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| Brother-in-law was actin' like a fool
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| He had a tattooed lady out on the dance floor
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| And they were doin' a dance I’d never seen before
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| Then the bartender said that’s the bouncer’s wife
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| You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Wrong place, wrong time
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| Lord, I must be outta my mind
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| If we ever get of this place with our lives
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| What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives
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| That mountain of a man came runnin' inside
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| The tattoed lady pulled a switch-blade knife
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| I thought Lord have mercy, we’ve reached the end
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| Then the local police came and hauled us in
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| We were standing there in front of the night court judge
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| There was sixteen dollars between the two of us
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| I said, Judge I’d rather spend my life in jail
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| Then to have to call home to make my bail
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| He said, four hundred dollars and you’re gonna pay the fine
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| You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Wrong place, wrong time
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| Lord I must be outta my mind
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| If we ever get out of this place with our lives
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| What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?
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| What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?
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| We’re in the wrong place at the wrong time |