| Song | Ain't That The Truth |
| Artist | Poison |
| Album | Native Tongue |
| 作词 : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
| 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 heaveho getupandgo | |
| 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 |