Wrong Side of Town

Well I'm lost once again with my hair in the wind
And the barbed wire fence post came to an end
I ain't slick
Well and she let me go once again and again
So I'm out here searching

This side of town
Ain't the sharpest
Think I could turn it all around with a guitar pick
With my cowboy hat and boots left by the stairs
Well I guess you could find me right here
Wrong side of town

Well and he drinks his beer
Right down by the pier
With the ladies in the lobby drinking ice cold clear
With the wrong songs on
And he left Dixieland just a while ago
Now he drives up the coast with the radio
Reminiscing oh and missing

This side of town
Ain't the sharpest
Hope I can turn him back around with a guitar pick
With his cowboy hat and boots left by the stairs
Well I guess you could find him over here
Wrong side of town

Puts an umbrella in his Stella he's a redneck fella
Everyone can tell at this west coast Gala
He stands right out
Straps his boots back on and he's long gone
That old K-10 is gonna take him home
To that southern land

Oh he's headed back to where he belongs
Think I just turned him back around with my guitar pick
With his cowboy hat and boots that he now wears
I know that you can find him right here
Right side of town