Brett Fuentes - The Wrong Man lyrics

Took a south train down to Delacroix Mississippi Woman handed me a joint Asked me if I'd be in this town for long I said long enough to make you sing your song So slow down baby, you're driving me crazy in the head Stayed up with me till a quarter to three Sleeping in the tub I thought I'd let her be As Dylan still played on the radio Hopped out the back door it's time for me to go So long baby, you've been good to me Found myself mixing with the socialites Fine wine dining, champagne on ice Danced with Chloe for an hour or two FBI came, we've been looking for you See here man, take these shackles off my hands Hold on, I think you've got the wrong man Jumped out the cop car, tucked and rolled Took a ride headed for El Paso Driver said he had seen me someplace On the news said they were building a case So he took me in his damn self Locked in Bowie County rested from the night Jury sat down ready for a fight Mississippi woman had fallen asleep House burnt down and they said it was me Say what? She was doing fine when I left So hold, I think you've got the wrong man Yes you do Testimony said they had seen me leave They didn't know I had aimed to please ba*tards said they would throw me in jail A twenty year count without bail Your honor, justice has not been served Cell mate Johnny went to lawyer school Had a fine wife, took him for a fool Showed me a picture of his once girl toy A Mississippi woman down from Delacroix It seems she took all we had So hold on, I think you've got the wrong man.