mr. misunderstood
church, eric
hey to the weird kid in your high-top shoes
sitting in the back of the class; i was just like you
owning that path you're walking in
your buddies get their rocks off on top 40 radio
but you love your daddy's vinyl
and think jeff tweedy is one bad mother
one day you'll lead the charge
guitar hero with lightening hands
and the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
they'll be helpless to your musical charms
and they'll all hold up their hands
and they'll all wanna dance
first time i met alabama hannah
red hair tied up in a blue bandana; she was hotter than the devil's hell
she turned me onto back porch pickers
her daddy didn't trust my intentions
so he turned to his daddy's old.410
mad at the sun for coming up again
found my soul in the blues
rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
everybody held up their hands
and every soul on beale street danced
so i went with it like a colt on my plymouth
through the glass behind my rear-view
took a left when the world went right down 16th avenue
played with fire and i played on ledges
they tried to file my points
and i just grew out my hair
they're standing in lines
til the next big things and already was
and hell if they know what they're trying to find
if it ain't that same old
gives the head-scratchers fits
wondering how in the hell they missed
weird kid in your high-top shoes
sitting in the back of the class; i was just like you