Wrong Way Round Songtext
von Rachel Baiman

Pretty girl, rich family
On the outskirts of Philly
Middle kid, nobody cared
And so she learned to make em stare
Eleven years old when her parents split
Well her daddy was drinkin′, her mama got hitched
To a man down in Mexico
Well pack your bags honey, it's off we go

When you′re born the wrong round
To the wrong people
The wrong turn
You spend your lifetime travellin round
Lookin' for something that won't let you down

Well those revolution men
They party all night
Nobody taught her to read or write
Only to cook for a goddamn fool
To send him to an ashfield finishing school


When you′re born the wrong way around
To the wrong people
Wrong turn
You spend your lifetime travellin around
Lookin for something that won′t let you down

Single mother in a New York slum
She broke out screamin on the bus ride home
They took her away for to be controlled
Now she can't stand eatin′ dinner alone

When you're born the wrong way around
To the wrong people
The wrong turn
You spend your lifetime travellin around
Lookin′ for something that won't let you down

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The windy city took her in
On the 13th floor she could breathe again
And she had the biggest smile
When she held her first grandchild