aint that the truth...

Yes I am just a rambler..
I was born a gypsie soul,
make my living making music..
out here on the road,

met my sweetheart on a park bench..
back in nineteen ninety two,
and we sure made good loving..
before we were through,

she went and found another man..
as I couldn't do her right,
lord to watch her walk away..
was such an awful sight,

aint that the truth..
aint that the truth,
truth of it all...

But time moves on...
And so do I,
Living hard...
Until I die,

these days the television..
says so many awful things,
shot mine with a fourty five..
then heard the neighbor scream,

So I moved on..
probably should have just turned it off...
but what the hell..

reality television is such a mess..
and nothing else is on,cept
news channels full of things..
about how this worlds gone wrong,

you got preachers selling politics..
politicians selling lies,
and i just keep on living..
trying to make shit rhyme,

aint that the truth..
aint that the truth,
truth of it all...

these days im not sure whats up and down..
and things sure as hell ain't right,
but i still dont have much trouble..
going to bed at night,

sometimes its on a park bench..
others in a fancy hotel,s
ometimes it's with your girlfriend..
Hey man, what the hell,

aint that the truth..
aint that the truth,
truth of it all...

But time moves on...
And so do I,
Living hard...
Until I die,

aint that the truth..
aint that the truth,
truth of it all...