I Got A Right To Be Wrong

By Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company

Oh-uh-oh, oooh
I got a right to be wrong
I got a right to be lonely when you're gone
Whoa, I'll get out around, tear up my own home town
Get mocked up, locked up, wind up in the lost and found
Oh, I got a right to be wrong
Well it's so easy to give advice
When you ain't the one who got to pay the price
Sit up there on your hill telling me I got to sink or swim
Well it might thrill you, to make me want to kill ya
I can't believe you're leavin' me for him
I got a right to be wrong

Chorus:
Oh, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around
You got all the moves, you're puttin' me through school
Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I'm still your fool
Babe, I got you down in my song
I got a right to be wrong
I've been con-flicted, e-victed, re-stricted
Served with a letter sent to whom it may concern
Still around Lord, I'm still in town
A lesson hard learned nearly got me down
It's a cryin' shame, you don't even know my name
A low down lonesome song
I got a right to be wrong
Chorus
I got a right to be wrong