| If you can’t buy groceries this week
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| 'Cause you put your cheque down on a big screen
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| You ain’t right
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| You’re in your thirties without a job
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| And you’re still living 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 live there with a hot date
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| You find a deer on the side of the road
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| Check his pulse and you take him home
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| If you’re gonna leave early from the barn
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| 'Cause your kids are out there waiting 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 missing
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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 and we’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right
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| Now if your truck cost 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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| You’re still struggling through junior high
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| You ain’t right
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| If your wife’s mowing the lawn
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| While you’re fishing all weekend long
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| Or you show up late for church
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| Smelling like beer in a white pewter shirt
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| Or you’re standing in a checkout line
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| Something reeks and you just smile
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| No, 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 missing
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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 and we’re all a little wrong
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| But 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 missing
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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 and we’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right
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| Son, your lights, they may be on
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| But you’re not always home
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| Yeah, we’re all a little wrong
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| But you ain’t right |