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Mr. Misunderstood Video (MV)




Performed By: Eric Church
From Album: Mr. Misunderstood
Language: English
Length: 5:19
Written by: Casey Beathard, Eric Church
Year: 2015




Eric Church - Mr. Misunderstood Lyrics
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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
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
Now they'll all wanna dance
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
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
I'm Mr. Misunderstood
I'm Mr. Misunderstood

Had an axe to grind, so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed that velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, and everybody held up their hands
And every soul on Beale Street danced
With 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
They tried to file my points
Sand my edges, and I just grew out my hair
I'm Mr. Misunderstood
I'm Mr. Misunderstood

They're standing in line, chasing the buzz
'Til the next big things and already was
A hell if they know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't that same old, been done kind, yeah
Give the head scratchers fits
I wondered how in the hell they missed
A 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)
I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na na)

(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na na)
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English

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
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
Now they'll all wanna dance
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
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
I'm Mr. Misunderstood
I'm Mr. Misunderstood

Had an axe to grind, so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed that velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, and everybody held up their hands
And every soul on Beale Street danced
With 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
They tried to file my points
Sand my edges, and I just grew out my hair
I'm Mr. Misunderstood
I'm Mr. Misunderstood

They're standing in line, chasing the buzz
'Til the next big things and already was
A hell if they know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't that same old, been done kind, yeah
Give the head scratchers fits
I wondered how in the hell they missed
A 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)
I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)

(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na na)

(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na)
(Na na, na na na na)
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Writer: Casey Beathard, Eric Church
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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