Текст Moonshine Bandits – Wrong Side Of The Street

They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don’t matter to me
So grab you a Longneck Bottle
And raise it like you don’t care

They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don’t matter to me
So grab you a Longneck Bottle
And raise it like you don’t care
Let’s hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain’t home till I smell
That whiskey in the air

Burning a lonely cigarette, it’s 3:45 a.m.
And I’m staring at this bus windshield again
Come a hundred and 20 miles from the good ol’ San Anton
Got 440 more ‘fore the night begins
So big wheels keep on turning down this Arizona highway
Got 4 more nights to play before we go home
And I hear California calling, telling me to come back home
Got one more stop and one more ?
gone

They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don’t matter to me
So grab you a Longneck Bottle
And raise it like you don’t care
Let’s hit the road and let it wind us

I’m gonna tell you like this
Here, put your Longneck bottle ?

Well I guess I’m from the wrong side, I talk too fast
And I drink a lotta whiskey when I listen to Cash
?
battling scars
Like the cigarette burns on a wooden guitar
And even CMT knows that I’m tatted head to toe
I’m proof that country music doesn’t have a dress code
Breaking rules and breaking bottles but I bet I’ve seen it all
Wrong side of the street, or wrong side of the law
Now it’s 3:45 I see a ?
sign
Pull the bus to the curb and let me go inside
Stage lights to highways, yeah it’s been a long ride
But you can make it if you want it, you just gotta have a drive
Headlights still shining as we ?
through the highway
I’ve done a lotta wrong but I still did it my way
Different time zone, California’s up the road
And if whiskey’s in the air then I know I’m back home

They say we come from the wrong side of the street
But it really don’t matter to me
So grab you a Longneck Bottle
And raise it like you don’t care
Let’s hit the road and let it wind us
California, Mississippi, Carolinas
And I ain’t home till I smell
That whiskey in the air