Mr. Misunderstood Lyrics

by Eric Church

Eric Church Mr. Misunderstood Lyrics

INTRO:
I (once) II (three times)
Flat picking in verse is heavily improvised, but this is the basis for the verse(s).
Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path you're walking in
(Use flat picking from part II of intro)
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard,
and think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
One day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the band
Guitar Hero with lightning hands
And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They'll be helpless to your musical charms
And they'll all hold up their hands
And they'll all wanna dance
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
Verse (strum)
First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandanna; she was hotter than the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy's old .410
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
Had an ax to grind, so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody held up their hands
And every soul on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and county fair
I tried to file my points, sand my edges, and I just grew out my hair
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
They're standing in line, chasing the buzz
Til the next big things and already was
And hell if they know what they're trying to find
If it ain't that same old, been-done kind
Yeah, gives the head-scratchers fits
Wondering how in the hell they missed
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
Mr. Misunderstood, Let's get outta here
Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na, I understand
Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na, I understand
Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na, I understand
Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na na nanana, Na, I understand

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