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.