Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight   In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side   I had you out in my car in the parking lot      Early next morning we were driving east   Headed for the big city where I felt at least   We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn't talk      But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head   And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said      [chorus]   There's only one thing you got wrong with you   It ain't the whole world looking at you   Why don't you find yourself a life that's real   Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal      Well we got to the city and you got a job   Delivering the L.L.B. catalogue   I was bored and restless, didn't know where to go      Late one evening after I got up   My guitar and I found our way into a club   I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor      Well she looked at me but I couldn't go   That familiar face said, do you want to know      [chorus]   There's only one thing you got wrong with you   It ain't the whole world looking at you   Why don't you find yourself a life that's real   Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal      You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide   No one's got respect for a man going over the side      Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone   That bus was on time you didn't have to wait long   I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me      Well that greyhound was cool under the summer heat   I could still see your face from my window seat   I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief      But after miles and miles of that highway has droned   I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone      [chorus]   There's only one thing you got wrong with you   It ain't the whole world looking at you   Why don't you find yourself a life that's real   Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal      Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal   Yo-do-lay-dee-hee