Текст песни True Strory

Now listen to me people

'Cause I wanna tell you something.

Every single day

I go on my way

And I won't worry about my baby,

Worry about my girl,

'Cause she's a pretty one.

Yeah, yeah,

Whoa, yeah.

Find me another woman,

My love for her is gone,

And I don't worry about my baby,

Worry about my girl,

Oh yeah.

Just have to tell me true,
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Oh yeah.

If she had to do the thing she done

She might have used more tact;

I can't be responsible

For all the love she lacked.

Yeah, yeah.

This is a true story, people.

That's a pretty tune.

I'm a'telling you

'Cause every single day

When I go on my way

I won't worry about my baby,

Yeah, she's in another town, [?]

I'll tell you, baby,

Whoa, yeah.