We met in a honky tonk with sawdust on the floor
But I’m not supposed to hang out there anymore
You fell in love with a side of me that you called wild and free
Now that’s not the way that want me to be
Chorus:
It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
See in black and white, true as an arrow
But out here on the edge is where I belong
Walkin’ that fine line between ragged and wrong
I know you think that you can make somebody out of me
But the good Lord did that job already can’t you see
I’m sorry if my rebel ways don’t fit into your plan
But I kinda like me fine the way I am
Chorus
I’ve got my own way of bein’ true
I’ve got my own way of lovin’ you
If that ain’t enough, it’ll have to do
Chorus
Walkin’ that fine line between ragged and wrong
Between ragged and wrong