| If you can’t buy groceries this week
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| 'Cause you put your check down on a big screen
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| You ain’t right
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| And you’re thirty without a job
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| And you’re still livin' with your mom
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| You ain’t right
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| You go to your great uncle’s wake
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| And you leave there with a hot date
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| Find a deer on the side of the road
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| Check his pulse and then you take him home
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| If you gotta leave early from the bar
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| 'Cause your kids are waitin' out in the car
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| You ain’t right
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| You ain’t right, to say the least you’re different
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| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
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| Bless your heart, look around
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| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound
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| Lord knows you’re not alone
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| We’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right
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| If your truck costs more than your house
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| Your girlfriend don’t know about your spouse
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| You ain’t right
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| Or if you’re past old enough to drive
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| And still strugglin' through junior high
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| You ain’t right
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| Hey, if your wife’s home mowin' the lawn
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| While you’re fishin' all weekend long
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| Or you show up late for church
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| Smellin' like beer on a wife beater shirt
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| And when the offering plate comes by
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| You put in a ten and take back a five
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| You ain’t right
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| Son, you ain’t right, to say the least you’re different
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| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
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| Bless your heart, look around
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| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound
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| Lord knows you’re not alone
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| We’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right
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| Hey, you ain’t right, to say the least you’re different
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| A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
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| Bless your heart, look around
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| We’re all an ounce or two short of a pound
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| Lord knows you’re not alone
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| We’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right
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| Son, your lights maybe on
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| But you’re not always at home
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| And we’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right |