There ain't no magic or ghosts in the attic
Whispering healers, and karma dealers
Old town wives tales, drunk beds and hangnails
Widow makers and cosmic fakers
Holy roller roll me slower
A tuneless choir, old man liar
I'm a feeler, a steeler wheeler
A midnight teaser, a ballroom squeezer
I'm a liar, a stranger denier
Am I wrong?
Was I wrong?
Am I wrong?
Was I wrong?
Old town hoedown, old dog, dry hound
East bound, west bound
Slow down Ezra Pound
High school dreamer, bedroom creamer
Small town schmoozer, three time loser
I'm no liar, just a strange denier
Am I wrong?
Was I wrong?
Am I wrong?
Was I wrong?
Am I wrong?
Was I wrong?