Tekster: Toby Keith. White Trash With Money. Ain’t No Right Way.

Seven in the mornin'
She'd have to make a choice
Precious baby girl
Or a bouncin' baby boy

She could either keep it
Or give that child away
So she quit school that mornin'
And became a Mom that day

Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing
You can justify
But it's still black and white

Paint it any shade
But it won't change
Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing

News came on my TV
A mother cried and said
That her son was fightin' for his life
'Cause her husband lost his head

He might have been a problem child
But if that boy were mine
I wouldn't beat him half to death
Tryin' to make him walk the line

Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing
You can justify
But it's still black and white

Paint it any shade
But it won't change
Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing

Now empowered politicians
Tryin' to pass a law
They won't let our children pray
For the better of us all

An if God blessed America
How could someone vote
To take prayer from our classrooms
Right when we need prayer the most

Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing
You can justify
It's still black and white

Paint it any shade
But it won't change
Ain't no right way
To do the wrong thing
To do the wrong thing