Testo di 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 Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na