The Wrong Thing To Do

[Am]Well my daddy took me camping out [C]under the stars
[D]Left me by the fire while he hit the[Am] bars
[Am]And I broke my finger on the [C]trailer hitch
[D]Momma called daddy a son of a bitc[Am]h

[Am]Well a hundred miles ago youre dra[C]gging your ass
[D]Im in a Japanese car it aint gonna las[Am]t
[Am]And youre forever driving on the w[C]rong side of the road
[D]Wearing dungarees that youre mother s[Am]tole

(chorus)
[D]Well my momma loves me but my daddy do[Am]nt
[G]Ill try to work it all out, but I probably [D]wont
[D]I got a woman waiting at the top of th[Am]e stairs
[G]Its the wrong thing to do, but I dont car[D]e

[Am]Well she was blonde and tall, she was twenty t[C]hree
[D]Born into the world to get the [Am]best of me
[Am]And she never gave back half what she sto[C]le
[D]She wanted my money so I give her my s[Am]oul

(Instrumental bridge, unknown)

[Am]Well I was flying half mast on the fourth of Jul[C]y
[D]In a bar in Lake City with a western [Am]tie
[Am]And I was thinking hard bout changing my [C]name
[D]Then headed for Miami when the daylight c[Am]ame