Ain't That The Truth

Now pardon my personal demons, childBut if you do insistSit down and listen to me story awhileCause it goes something like thisThe joint was smallBut we was having a ballAt a place called the Blue Duck InnWhen I couldn't help but notice herMy future wife walked inI needed me a dose of her,So I a little closerAnd this is what she saidMy old man stand about six foot fiveAnd if he catches you, you're deadNow, I don't need none of thatGiving me the bluesThe old man sitting next to me saidSon, let me tell you[Chorus]Life, you just can't fake itLove, you got to make itTime, you better take itLord, ain't that the truthHear me outYour heart will surely feel itWomen come and steal itTime can only heal itLord, ain't that the truthI save Friday nights for the ladiesSaturday nights for my ginCome Sunday morning I'm asking the good LordTo forgive me for my sinsLately my heave-ho, get-up-and-goWouldn't get me out of bedI felt like some big wrecking ballDone hit upside my headNow I don't need a preacher manTelling me how to run my lifeUntil an angel sitting next to meSaid son, heed my adviceShe said[Chorus]You better get your story straightWhat comes around goes around[Chorus]