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


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