Tekster: Randy Travis. I Told You So. You Ain't Right.

If you can't buy groceries this week
Lost your [Incomprehensible] check down on a big screen
You ain't right

And you're thirty without a job
And you're still livin' with your mom
You ain't right

You go to your great uncle's wake
And you leave there with a hot date
Find a deer on the side of the road
Check his pulse and then you take him home

If you gotta leave early from the bar
'Cause your kids are waitin' out in the car
You ain't right

You ain't right, say the least you're different
A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
Bless your heart, look around
We're all an ounce or two short of a pound

Lord knows you're not alone
We're all a little wrong
But you ain't right

If your truck costs more than your house
Your girlfriend don't know about your spouse
You ain't right

Or if you're past old enough to drive
And still strugglin' through junior high
You ain't right

Hey, if your wife's home mowin' the lawn
While you're fishin' all weekend long
Or you show up late for church
Smellin' like beer on a white pewter shirt

And when the offering plate comes by
You put in a ten and take back a five
You ain't right

Son, you ain't right, say the least you're different
A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
Bless your heart, look around
We're all an ounce or two short of a pound

Lord knows you're not alone
We're all a little wrong
But you ain't right

Hey, you ain't right, say the least you're different
A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin'
Bless your heart, look around
We're all an ounce or two short of a pound

Lord knows you're not alone
We're all a little wrong
But you ain't right

Son, your lights maybe on
But you're not always at home
And we're all a little wrong
But you ain't right