can't love wrong

he is from the work of a southern writer

where everyman's a fighter

where the strong survive

and the weak move north to rest

he had lines of silver and hands that delivered

me down the river

to drift away alone

i will never understand the heart of a lonely man

and why my own wheels are gonna carry me

far from his gentle hands

baby

i can't come home

i've been away now just too damn long

oh

and i can't love wrong

no i can't love wrong

late night when the bars are empty

and my liquor's been plenty

and the fiction read

rests heavy on my tongue

i miss the sound of his dreaming

i can't believe i am leaving

all that i ever wanted

because i can't love wrong