Got It Wrong - The Wild Feathers

Cut-throat sunset and Louisiana evening news

Sundown heartache and leaves stickin' to your shoes

I could be, I could be whatever you want

I could be, I could be whatever you want

It’s alright, baby

Don’t believe what you hear

It’s alright, baby

Cause I need you near

It’s alright, you got it all wrong

If I ever let you go you know I’m gonna hate myself

And no one ever has to know that I’m livin' in this hell

When the summer, when the summer’s coolin' down

When the summer, when the summer’s coolin' down

It’s alright, baby

Don’t believe what you hear

It’s alright, baby

Cause I need you

It’s alright, you got it all wrong

All I want to be

I can never see it, I can never see it all

Everybody’s been alone and everybody’s got a hometown

And if you never hear the phone, man, that’s a lonely sound

It’s alright, baby

Don’t believe what you hear

It’s alright, baby

Cause I need you near

It’s alright, you got it all wrong

It’s alright (it's alright), it’s alright (it's alright), it’s alright (alright)

It’s alright (it's alright), it’s alright (it's alright), it’s alright (alright)

It’s alright, it’s alright