Ain't That The Truth - Poison

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 was 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 a little closer

And this is what she said

My old man stand 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

Life, you just can’t fake it

Love, you got to 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 nights for the ladies

Saturday nights 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

You better get your story straight

What comes around goes around