P. Barrère-G. Barrère
They all asked about you down on the farm
The cows asked, the pigs asked, the horses asked too
All wanna know why to the city you moved
Changed your name to Kitty, what’s come over you ?
It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou
It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou.
They’s all bawling ‘bout you down on the farm
The cows bawl, the pigs bawl, the horses bawl too
Miss you so much that crying’s all we can do
Weeping and wailing, praying you’ll come home soon.
It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou.
I hear you’re working in a saloon
I hear you work from midnight ‘til noon
I might be from the woods
But them hours don’t sound so good
What do you do in this here barroom ?
Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
It ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou.
You can’t dance so I assume
In a bag you carry a tune
You’re from the woods
But these hours don’t sound so good
What you doin’ in this here barroom ?
Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
It ain’t true, Linda Lou
It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou
Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou.