Tytuł: Ain't That the Truth

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Now pardon my personal demons, child but if you do insist
  Sit down and listen to me story awhile, cause it goes something like this
  
  The joint was small but we were having a ball
  At a place called the Blue Duck Inn
  When I couldn't help but notice her
  My future wife walked in
  
  I needed me a dose of her, so I got a little closer
  And this is what she said
  My old man stands about six foot five
  And if he catches you, you're dead
  
  Now I don't need none of that
  giving me the blues
  The old man sitting next to me said
  Son, let me tell you
  
  Chorus:
  Life, you just can't fake it
  Love, you gotta make it
  Time, you better take it
  Lord, ain't that the truth
  Hear me out
  Your heart will surely feel it
  Women come and steal it
  Time can only heal it
  Lord, ain't that the truth
  
  I save Friday night for the ladies
  Saturday night for my gin
  Come Sunday morning, I'm asking the good Lord
  To forgive me for my sins
  
  Lately my heave-ho get-up-and-go
  Wouldn't get me out of bed
  I felt like some big wrecking ball
  Done hit upside my head
  
  Now I don't need a preacher man
  Telling me how to run my life
  Until an angel sitting next to me
  said son, heed my advice. She said
  
  Repeat chorus
  
  You better get your story straight
  What comes around goes around
  
  Chorus