The Truth - La Rocca

Well, I wrote a story

Got put in the paper

About all the bridges I’ve burned

For the last part I lied

But you know it don’t matter

'Cause they’ll print anything that’s a cert

And if I was a shadow

On a long, lonely gallows

They’d hang me and pull off my lip

'Cause making up stories was all I could do

And you know that the truth ain’t worth shit

Now, so much has happened

Since I ran with the Union

And the ink never dried in the grass

Well, the numbers got plenty

I assure you that many

Had been added by me for a gas

And if I was a shadow

On a long, lonely gallows

They’d hang me and cut off my lip

'Cause making up stories was all I could do

And you know that the truth ain’t worth shit

My home was the scene of

A quarrelsome Mary

Who flared up whenever I spoke

So I’d write her some letters

Washed down in adventure

And my bed would be lonely no more

And if I was a shadow

On a long, lonely gallows

They’d hang me and cut off my lip

'Cause making up stories was all I could do

And you know that the truth ain’t worth shit

And if I was a shadow

On a long, lonely gallows

They’d hang me and cut off my lip

'Cause making up stories was all I could do

And you know that the truth ain’t worth shit

And if I was a shadow

On a long, lonely gallows

They’d hang me and cut off my lip

'Cause making up stories was all I could do

And you know that the truth ain’t worth shit