Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side I had you out in my car in the parking lot Early next morning we were driving east Headed for the big city where I felt at least We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn't talk But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said [chorus] There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal Well we got to the city and you got a job Delivering the L.L.B. catalogue I was bored and restless, didn't know where to go Late one evening after I got up My guitar and I found our way into a club I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor Well she looked at me but I couldn't go That familiar face said, do you want to know [chorus] There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide No one's got respect for a man going over the side Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone That bus was on time you didn't have to wait long I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me Well that greyhound was cool under the summer heat I could still see your face from my window seat I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief But after miles and miles of that highway has droned I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone [chorus] There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal Yo-do-lay-dee-heeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
