[Lyric] The Wrong Tree (John Wesley Harding)

It's so good to be wrong
I can't tell you how strong that makes me feel
I feel free like the wheel of fire
Won't keep rolling over me

It's so good to be right
It helps me sleep at night, sleep real deep
I can dream and you can't do that
When your nightmares are caffeine

And I keep thinking it's not real
That I'll trip myself again
But that's not the way it feels
And I feel better when
I remember that it's just me
I'm an old dog, baby
I been barking up the wrong tree

It's so strange that it changed
It just got rearranged all by surprise
And I suppose I followed my nose
Until I got the prize
And I keep thinking it's not real
That I'll trip myself again
But that's not the way it feels
And I feel better when
I remember that it's just me
Cocking my leg, taking a pee
I'm an old dog
I been barking up the wrong tree

Squirrels, squirrels everywhere!
I can smell them in the air
They're quick but you catch them if you want to

It's so good to feel good
Not like I'm made out of wood; Oh, the trees!
And this breeze, won't you please
Keep blowing over me?

And I keep thinking it's not real
That I'll trip myself again
But that's not the way it feels
And I feel better when
I remember that it's just me
I'm an old dog, baby
I been barking up the wrong tree