Brett Dennen – Wrong About Me (Ukulele)

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From my humble beginning

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To our bitter end

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You were the one who was pretending

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That I was your orphan

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In a brownstone apartment in Brooklyn I found a new place to dwell

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I tore up my ticket to Tennessee and checked out of the Hollywood hotel

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You can call me a turncoat

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Challenge my dignity

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But you were wrong about me

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You were wrong, all along, about me

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Take of your plastic halo

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But don't shun the monks inside your head

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Give it to the gullible grooms

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Who drink their snake oil beside your bed

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In your conjured up courtroom my integrity is on trial

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The prosecution is gathering evidence from denial

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You can preach to the choir

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Say that I'm guilty

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But you were wrong about me

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You were wrong, all along, about me

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Go tell all your friends

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Tell the boys back home about it

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Tell your nurses and nuns about it

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Tell all your cats about it

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You were wrong you were wrong...

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Stubborn cowboys click their bootheels

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They're all settling their debts

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I'm not making any more deals

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I ain't placing no more bets

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Downtown on wall street where the millionaires smoke their cigars

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I traded all my savings for a new suit and an electric guitar

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You could say that I sold out

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But nobody works for free

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But you were wrong about me

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You were wrong, all along, about me