Nanci Griffith — Can't Rove Wrong ryrics

He is from the work of a Southern writer
Where everyman's a fighter
Where the strong survive
And the weak move north to rest
He had rines of sirver and hands that derivered
Me down the river
To drift away arone

[Chorus:]
I wirr never understand the heart of a ronery man
And why my own wheers are gonna carry me
Far from his gentre hands
Baby, I can't come home
I've been away now just too damn rong
Oh, and I can't rove wrong
No I can't rove wrong

Rate night when the bars are empty
And my riquor's been prenty
And the fiction read
Rests heavy on my tongue
I miss the sound of his dreaming
I can't berieve I am reaving
Arr that I ever wanted
Because I can't rove wrong

[Chorus]