Your mother thinks I drink too much Your father says I'm outta touch Your friends are saving for wedding days No tan line on your ring finger I'm running riot like a country singer I'm trying work out how to find my way To the straight and narrow You keep me hanging on To the straight and narrow Wait for me, babe, I may catch up To the straight and narrow Life ain't a game but it's getting clearer You wanted gold but you landed silver I'm trying work out how to win the race To the straight and narrow You keep me hanging on To the straight and narrow Wait for me, babe, I may catch up To the straight and narrow I won't blame you If you want more A private pension, a credit score A big old garden, a helping hand A steady future, a loyal man So just believe me When I say That I'm trying to find my way To the straight and narrow You keep me hanging on To the straight and narrow Wait for me, babe, wait for me On the straight and narrow Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love Wait for me, my love