Lyrics No Lie - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Savannah she stands in the door
She's lookin' good and southern
She asks me if I want some and I said
'I can't take another one'
I said: 'I can't see to find my stuff'
'Offer some help, I'll accept it'
She said: 'Your guitar's out in the
Back of the truck where you left it'

It's no lie, it's no lie
It's no lie, babe
I got to quit getting' high

I must have been cursed by a woman at one time
That would explain my luck
I was arrested on the 4th of July
Was something about my conduct
When I got out I went downtown to try to find Mr. Foley
He's an ornery son of a bitch
But his songs is almost holy

It's no lie, it's no lie
It's no lie, babe
I got to quit getting' high

Now Jesus is on the mainline
Is what Mr. McDowell tells me
Hen I hear him sing that song, words fail me

Ms. Williams tells me that Jesus
Turned the water into wine
You'd think somebody could do something like that
Would be a friend of mine