Album
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
FIRST PLAYED
Monday, Jan 11, 2016
Capital One Quicksilver Music Stage, Glendale, AZ
LAST PLAYED
Friday, Apr 10, 2026
VyStar Veterans Memorial Arena, Jacksonville, FL
Release Date
Tuesday, Nov 03, 2015
Times Played
299
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
Hey to the weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path, you’re walkin’ in
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
All your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy’s vinyl, old time rock-n-roll
Elvis Costello & Ray Waylie Hubbard
And think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
One day you’ll lead the charge
You’ll lead the band
Guitar Hero with lightning hands
The girls’ll like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They’ll be helpless to your musical charms
Yeah, they’ll all hold up their hands
They’ll all wanna dance
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
First time I met Alabama Hannah
I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the devil’s hell
She turned me onto back porch pickers
Jackson, Pollack and Gin
Her daddy didn’t trust my intentions
So, he turned to his daddy’s old 410
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
Had an axe to grind so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Everybody held up their hands
Every soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
So, I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my rear view
Took a left when the world went right down 16th Ave
Played with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus stage and county fair
They tried to file my points and sand my edges
And I just grew out my hair
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
They’re standing in lines, chasing the buzz
Till the next big things and already was
Hell if they know what their tryin’ to find
If it ain’t that same old been done kind
Yeah, gives the head scratchers fits
Wondering how in the hell they missed
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
Hey there weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path, you’re walkin’ in
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
All your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy’s vinyl, old time rock-n-roll
Elvis Costello & Ray Waylie Hubbard
And think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
One day you’ll lead the charge
You’ll lead the band
Guitar Hero with lightning hands
The girls’ll like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They’ll be helpless to your musical charms
Yeah, they’ll all hold up their hands
They’ll all wanna dance
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
First time I met Alabama Hannah
I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the devil’s hell
She turned me onto back porch pickers
Jackson, Pollack and Gin
Her daddy didn’t trust my intentions
So, he turned to his daddy’s old 410
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
Had an axe to grind so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Everybody held up their hands
Every soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
So, I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my rear view
Took a left when the world went right down 16th Ave
Played with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus stage and county fair
They tried to file my points and sand my edges
And I just grew out my hair
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
They’re standing in lines, chasing the buzz
Till the next big things and already was
Hell if they know what their tryin’ to find
If it ain’t that same old been done kind
Yeah, gives the head scratchers fits
Wondering how in the hell they missed
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
Hey there weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na
Na na, na na na na (I understand)