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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
