Ain't That The Truth


Intro: 
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Now pardon my personal demons, child, but if you do insist 
Sit down and listen to my story awhile, cause it goes something like 
this... 
  

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Verse 1: 
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The joint was small, I was having a ball 
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At a place called 'the blue duck inn' 
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When I couldn't help but notice her 
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My future wife walked in 
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I needed me a dose of her, so I got a little closer 
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And this is what she said: 
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" My father stands about six foot five 
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And if he catches you, you're dead..." 
  

Pre-Chorus: 
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Now I don't need none of that, giving me the blues 
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An old man sitting next to me said: "Son, let me tell you...." 

Chorus: 
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Life, you can't just fake it 
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Love, you got to make it 
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Time, you better take it 
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Lord, ain't that the truth 
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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 

Verse2: 
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I save my friday night for the Ladies, 
My 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 

Pre-Chorus: 
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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..." 

Chorus 

Solo 

Bridge: 
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        You better get your story straight 
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        What comes around goes around 

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