Wrong Road to Feeling Right

Well I found myself on the wrong side of the parish Them Louisiana back roads turned me around I let a fifth of whiskey damn near get me Chasing that buzz got my buddies with me The sound of Hank Jr and the roar of swamp boggers Mixed with some crown running from the coppers I'm on the wrong road to feeling right I'm doing good keeping between these lines Can't keep up with the blur of these pines Oh the law man would have a field day with me Walk this line hands on the hood Yeah until then this night's going real damn good On the wrong road, on the way to feeling right It was all going good until we shot them signs They lit us up about that parish line Yeah the back seat was slap full of half drank liquor Hid what we could right behind the Kickers He said we got a call about a truck matching yours black Chevrolet four door I said one just like it went up 124 He looked me in the eyes and said have you been drinking I said I ain't had a beer since 2015 And he let us leave Went back to the store and got some more But I feel bad for old boy up 124 I'm on the wrong road to feeling right I'm doing good keeping between these lines Can't keep up with the blur of these pines Oh the law man would have a field day with me Walk this line hands on the hood Yeah until then this night's going real damn good A little white lie got us out of a bind and there's still bullet holes in them signs At least we ain't cuffs and we're doing just fine on the wrong road on the way to feeling right On the wrong road to feeling right