In "Odds Of Getting Even," Hudson Westbrook turns heartbreak into a barstool strategy. Already knowing about the betrayal before the confession, he refuses to sulk and instead leans into a night of drinking and a new woman's attention. The revenge feels easy, almost lucky, and the line about two wrongs making a right captures the defiant logic of the moment. The pain is real, but so is the thrill of moving on loudly and publicly.
Odds Of Getting Even Lyrics by Hudson Westbrook
I heard from a little bird that you’ve been flyin’ around
So I knew ‘fore you said a word what went down
You couldn’t look me in the eyes
And cheatin’ ain’t a crime
But that don’t mean I won’t get you back somehow
Yeah, I’m anything but sober, I’m out here on the loose
She’s leanin’ in closer, gettin’ me over you
Turns out that sweet revenge ain’t hard to find
The odds of me gettin’ even are looking pretty good tonight
She’s tellin’ me she won’t do me no harm
My boys are sayin’ that she looks better on my arm
To the man that stole her, hell, he can take her
After all, he did me a favor
I’m anything but sober, I’m out here on the loose
She’s leanin’ in closer, gettin’ me over you
Turns out that sweet revenge ain’t hard to find
The odds of me gettin’ even are looking pretty good tonight, yeah
I’m gettin’ even tonight
I’m gettin’ even, gettin’ even, baby
I’m anything but sober, I’m out here on the loose
She’s leanin’ in closer, gettin’ me over you
Turns out that sweet revenge, it ain’t hard to find
‘Cause sometimes two wrongs just make a right
The odds of me gettin’ even are looking pretty good tonight
Yeah
