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Translation: El Recodo. You're Wrong.
Translation: Manny Manuel. You're Wrong.
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A pussyfooting setting sun Make a wish that weighs a tonne There are no handles for you to hold And no understanding where it goes Jealously in technicolor
You're wrong about virtues of Christianity And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong
Key e writers, hank williams and fred rose (e) you're barkin' up the wrong tree now, You're barkin' up the wrong tree (b7) now, You don't (e) ever
Don't speak unless spoken to and then you don't say much you think you're so self-righteous but your mind is out of touch You're afraid you're afraid
I've got a right to be wrong My mistakes will make me strong I'm steppin' out into the great unknown I'm feelin' wings though I've never flown Got a
I went looking for my darling I went looking for a sign And I found her in the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need
A trader in furs living in exile Boy, what a kook, look at that passport Stale bread and paper without privilege If you live here learn the language
You would think after all this time I wouldn't let you in tonight That all those feelings for you would be gone You would think but you'd be wrong You
Your sister's waiting outside And that horn keeps blowing You say you can't go home Without knowing where we're going And crying Saying there's no use
I've made this mistake before, Yeah I know it all too well, Sitting by the window pane, Just another rainy day. You, you think I seem so sure, But I
Take me up Fill my cup with your wine I'm your home And you are mine I'll never leave you Now that I've seen you I'll never breathe a word of what I'
+You Went The Wrong Way, Old King Louie Louis the Sixteenth was the King of France in 1789. He was worse than Louis the Fifteenth. He was worse than Louis
I like to think about the time I met you Living with your people down in New Orleans Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you Ride in no nasty limousine