Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
[Verse 1]
Savannah, she stands in the door, she's lookin' cool and southern
She asked me if I wanted some and I said, "I can't take another one"
I said, "I can't seem to find my stuff; offer some help and I'll accept it"
She said, "Your guitar's out in the back of the truck where you left it"
[Chorus]
It's no lie
Well it's no lie
Ah, it's no lie, babe
I gotta quit gettin' high
[Verse 2]
I must have been cursed by a woman at one time - that would explain my luck
I was arrested on the Fourth of July, somethin' 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 tour-ready
[Chorus]
It's no lie
Ah, it's no lie
Ah, it's no lie
I gotta quit gettin' high
[Verse 3]
Now Jesus is on the mainline, so I'm listenin' to what my gut tells me
When I hear 'em sing that song, words fail me
Miss Williams tells me that Jesus turned the water into wine
You'd think somebody could do somethin' like that would be a friend of mind
[Chorus]
But it's no lie
Oh, it's no lie
Ah, it's no lie
It's no lie
I gotta quit gettin' high