Teksty: Mark Chesnutt. Wrong Place, Wrong Time.

It was a girl's night out and I was sittin' at home
When brother-in-law called me on the phone
He said, Son, let's you and me go steppin' out
I found a little place this girls know nothin' about
Well, I knew when we crossed that county line
We're in the wrong place at the wrong time

A mountain of a man was takin' money outside
I saw a line of Harley's and some four-wheel drives
I said, Brother-in-law I think we better steer clear
Don't tell me that you really want to go in here
I ain't a fortune teller but I kinda got a vibe
We're in the wrong place at the wrong time

Wrong place, wrong time
Lord, I must be outta my mind
If we ever get of this place with our lives
What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?

I was mindin' my business, sittin' on a stool
Brother-in-law was actin' like a fool
He had a tattooed lady out on the dance floor
And they were doin' a dance I'd never seen before
Then the bartender said that's the bouncer's wife
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time

Wrong place, wrong time
Lord, I must be outta my mind
If we ever get of this place with our lives
What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives

That mountain of a man came runnin' inside
The tattoed lady pulled a switch-blade knife
I thought Lord have mercy, we've reached the end
Then the local police came and hauled us in

We were standing there in front of the night court judge
There was sixteen dollars between the two of us
I said, Judge I'd rather spend my life in jail
Then to have to call home to make my bail
He said, four hundred dollars and you're gonna pay the fine
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time

Wrong place, wrong time
Lord I must be outta my mind
If we ever get out of this place with our lives
What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?

What in the world 'we gonna tell our wives?
We're in the wrong place at the wrong time