Ain’t no crime sittin’ at the bar
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Sippin’ on a cold draft beer
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Or makin’ small talk to a blue-eyed girl
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When she asks, what brought you here
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You’re just tryin’ to unwind on a Friday night
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You see that big ol’ diamond ring
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Shinin’ on her left hand
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And you don’t bother to ask her why
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She ain’t with her man
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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‘Cause the right thing to do is turn yourself around
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And point those headlights home
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‘Cause you know it’s wrong to carry on
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With a woman that ain’t your own
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Right now you’re steppin’ on a razor thin line
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That ain’t quite black or white
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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Tosses back her hair, and looks in your eyes
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And says, I like your smile
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If danger were a winding road
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Then son you just walked a mile
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Then a trouble appears and he’s got you in his sight
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And he grabs temptation by the arm
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And says, girl, it’s time to go
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You can feel the heat from the fire in his eyes
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‘Cause just like him you know
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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‘Cause the right thing to do is turn yourself around
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And point those headlights home
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‘Cause you know it’s wrong to carry on
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With a woman that ain’t your own
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Right now you’re steppin’ on a razor thin line
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That ain’t quite black or white
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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Yeah right now you’re steppin’ on a razor thin line
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That ain’t quite black or white
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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But you ain’t done nothin’ right
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Ain’t done nothin’ wrong
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Ain't Done Nothin' Wrong
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| Andy Griggs |
