Wrong One Yet

Mama I met a boy

And I like where it’s goin’ and

Even through the phone I can

Feel your eyes rollin’

Thinkin’ here she goes again

‘Cause I change like the wind

I won’t waste your time with

I swear this one’s different

Won’t try to paint it like it

Is what it isn’t

‘Cause it’s only been a month

But mama I’ll tell you what

So far he’s opened every door

And he lights up my Marlboro Reds

Kicks his boots off on the porch

Raises hell and says amen

It might be over by tonight ‘cause

Mama you know how I get

I ain’t saying he’s the right one

But hell he ain’t the wrong one yet

The jury’s still out

But so far he’s convinced me

He can hold me right and

He can hold his whiskey

But hell I guess we’ll just see

If he just on a lucky streak

So far he’s opened every door

And he lights up my Marlboro Reds

Kicks his boots off on the porch

Raises hell and says amen

It might be over by tonight ‘cause

Mama you know how I get

I ain’t saying he’s the right one

But hell he ain’t the wrong one yet

No he ain’t the wrong one yet

Between the calluses on his hands

And his right foot full of lead

I found a box that he ain’t checked, yet

So far he’s opened every door

And he lights up my Marlboro Reds

Kicks his boots off on the porch

Raises hell and says amen

It might be over by tonight ‘cause

Mama you know how I get

I ain’t saying he’s the right one

But hell he ain’t the wrong one yet

No he ain’t the wrong one yet

Mama I met a boy

And I like where it’s goin’ and

Even through the phone I can

Feel your eyes rollin’