The Truth
Well, I wrote a story
Got put in the paper
About all the bridges I've burned
For the last part I lied
But you know it don't matter
'Cause they'll print anything that's a cert
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and pull off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
Now, so much has happened
Since I ran with the Union
And the ink never dried in the grass
Well, the numbers got plenty
I assure you that many
Had been added by me for a gas
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
My home was the scene of
A quarrelsome Mary
Who flared up whenever I spoke
So I'd write her some letters
Washed down in adventure
And my bed would be lonely no more
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
Got put in the paper
About all the bridges I've burned
For the last part I lied
But you know it don't matter
'Cause they'll print anything that's a cert
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and pull off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
Now, so much has happened
Since I ran with the Union
And the ink never dried in the grass
Well, the numbers got plenty
I assure you that many
Had been added by me for a gas
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
My home was the scene of
A quarrelsome Mary
Who flared up whenever I spoke
So I'd write her some letters
Washed down in adventure
And my bed would be lonely no more
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
And if I was a shadow
On a long, lonely gallows
They'd hang me and cut off my lip
'Cause making up stories was all I could do
And you know that the truth ain't worth shit
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Verges, Carolyn Dawn Johnson
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