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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Acoustic Guitar
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar
Lee Hendricks
Lee Hendricks
Bass
Craig Wright
Craig Wright
Drums
Jeff Hyde
Jeff Hyde
Acoustic Guitar
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
Eric Church
Eric Church
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Executive Producer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Paul Cossette
Paul Cossette
Assistant Recording Engineer
Caleb Vanbuskirk
Caleb Vanbuskirk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 And they'll all wanna dance With 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, 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 the velvet off my blue suede shoes Yeah, 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 I 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 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) 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
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Eric Church Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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