Wrong Ones (feat. Tim McGraw)

Lift kit on a limousine
I got ten problems down in Tennessee
And I ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skip breakfast at Tiffany's
For a little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sitting at a bar on 17th and I'm gone

With them cold ones coming
And there's smoke filling up my lungs
I got fuck you money
Girl, come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line when they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me

Stayed out in Louisiana
I'm a bad boy, real good man
Got a six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world (Ooh)
I can't help that they want a glance
Ain't one of those, don't wanna dance
But your cowboy's saying: Please don't take the girl

Keep them cold ones coming
And that smoke filling up my lungs
I got country money
Honey, come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line, the way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me

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