Wrong Side Of The Street

[Chorus: Durwood Black]
They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don't matter to me
So grab you a longneck bottle and raise it like you don't care
Let's hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain't home 'til I smell that whiskey in the air

They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don't matter to me
So grab you a longneck bottle and raise it like you don't care
Let's hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain't home 'til I smell that whiskey in the air

[Verse 1: [?]]
Burnin' a lonely cigarette, it's 3:45 A.M.​
And I'm starin' out this bus windshield again
Come a hundred and 20 miles from good ol' San Antone
Got 440 more 'fore the night begins
So big wheels keep on turnin' down this Arizona highway
Got four more nights to play before we go home
And I hear California callin', tellin' me to come back home
Got one more stop and one more longneck gone (Come on)

[Chorus: Durwood Black]
They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don't matter to me
So grab you a longneck bottle and raise it like you don't care
Let's hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain't home 'til I smell that whiskey in the air

[Bridge]
I'm gonna tell you like this here
Here, put your longneck bottle up

[Verse 2: [?]]
Well I guess I'm from the wrong side, I talk too fast
And I drink a lotta whiskey when I listen to Cash
And all the ink on my arms are my battlin' scars
Like the cigarette burns on a wooden guitar
And even CMT knows that I'm tatted head to toe
I'm proof that country music doesn't have a dress code
Breakin' rules and breakin' bottles but I bet I've seen it all
Wrong side of the street, or wrong side of the law
Now it's 3:45 I see a Waffle House sign
Pull the bus to the curb and let me go inside
Stage lights to highways, yeah it's been a long ride
But you can make it if you wanna, you just gotta have a drive
Headlights still shinin' as we work through the highway
Yeah, I've done a lotta wrong but I still did it my way
Different time zone, California's up the road
And if whiskey's in the air then I know I'm back home

[Chorus: Durwood Black]
They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don't matter to me
So grab you a longneck bottle and raise it like you don't care
Let's hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain't home 'til I smell that whiskey in the air