[Verse 1] Savannah, she stands in the door, shes lookin cool and southern She asked me if I wanted some and I said, I cant take another one I said, I cant seem to find my stuff offer some help and Ill accept it She said, Your guitars out in the back of the truck where you left it [Chorus] Its no lie Well its no lie Ah, its 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 Hes an ornery sonofabitch but his songs is almost tourready [Chorus] Its no lie Ah, its no lie Ah, its no lie I gotta quit gettin high [Verse 3] Now Jesus is on the mainline, so Im 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 Youd think somebody could do somethin like that would be a friend of mind See Ray Wylie Hubbard LiveGet tickets as low as 57You might also like[Chorus] But its no lie Oh, its no lie Ah, its no lie Its no lie I gotta quit gettin high
lie, ah, quit, gettin, tourready