dead wrong

she's wearin' her mama's shoes

and cryin' like a baby

standin' on the edge screamin'

somebody save me

she called her daddy from a pay phone

he says you're livin' in sin

you can come back home

but you can't come in

and it's wrong

it's just wrong

it's all wrong

he's a house full of people

whether he's drinkin' or not

but she's gotta keep tryin'

'cause he's all she's got

she's back on the phone

with another roll of dimes

'cause it's hard not to argue

with a fool sometimes

and it's wrong

it's just wrong

it's all wrong

with an itchy trigger finger

and a heart full of grief

a woman like that puts out a lotta heat

and the flame burns hotter

on the long ride home

where a sad little man waits all alone

and it's wrong

it's just wrong

it's all wrong

she was like an apparition

coming through the door

shot her daddy dead

on the living room floor

she threw down the gun and began to cry

said my daddy never loved me and