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GHey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Cadd9Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
GAlways left out, never fit in
Cadd9Owning that path you're walking in
GMr. MisunderstCadd9ood, GMr. MisunderstooCadd9d
GNow, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
Cadd9But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and roll
GElvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard,
Cadd9and think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
GMr. MisundersCadd9tood, G Mr. MisunderstooCadd9d
DOne day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the band
Cadd9Guitar Hero with Glightning hands
DAnd the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
Cadd9They'll be helpless to your Gmusical charms
GAnd they'll all hold up their hands Cadd9
GAnd they'll all wanna dance Cadd9
GWith Mr. MisunderstoCadd9od, GMr. MisunderstoCadd9od
GFirst time I met Cadd9Alabama Hannah, GI was skinny as a raiCadd9l
GRed hair tied up in a Cadd9blue bandanna; she wasG hotter than the devil's Cadd9Hell
GShe turned me on to BCadd9ack Porch Pickers, GJackson Pollock, and Cadd9gin
GHer daddy didn't trust my iCadd9ntentions, so he tGurned to his daddy's olCadd9d .410
GI'm Mr. MisunderstCadd9ood, GMr. MisunderstoCadd9od
DHad an ax to grind, so off I went
Cadd9Mad at the sun for comingG up again
DI lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Cadd9Rubbed the velvet off my Gblue suede shoes
GYeah, everybody held up their handCadd9s
GAnd every soul on Beale Street dancCadd9ed
GWith Mr. MisunderstooCadd9d, GMr. MisunderstooCadd9d
GSo I went with it like a Cadd9colt on my Plymouth
GThrough the glass behind my rear-view Cadd9
GTook a left when the Cadd9world went right down G16th Avenue Cadd9
GPlayed with fire and ICadd9 played on ledges
GEvery circus, stage, and countCadd9y fair
GI tried to file my points, Cadd9sand my edges, and GI just grew out my haiCadd9r
GI'm Mr. MisunderstoCadd9od, GI'm Mr. MisunderstooCadd9d
DThey're standing in line, chasing the buzz
Cadd9Til the next big things and Galready was
DAnd hell if they know what they're trying to find
Cadd9If it ain't that same old, Gbeen-done kind
GYeah, gives the head-scratchersCadd9 fits
GWondering how in the hell they miCadd9ssed
GMr. MisundersCadd9tood, GMr. MisundersCadd9tood
GHey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Cadd9Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
GMr. Misunderstood (Cadd9I understand)
(x5)
GI'm Mr. Misunderstood (Cadd9let's go out of here)
GNa na nanana
Cadd9Na na nanana
GNa na nanana
Cadd9Na na nanana
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