"The Truth, Whatever That Is"
by Martha Haehl ©2007
Chorus:
I’ll leave the sermon to the preacher
And the sentence to the judge,
Swear by the truth but I’ll never begrudge
Those who live by the Word, whatever that is,
‘Cause I’m a gonna live like this.
You might just find me late at night,
Playing music and having a beer
With a salty margarita in my hand,
If you have one bring it here.
I might just wear a sequined vest
And purple cowgirl boots
But I like to hot tub after dark
When I don’t wear a suit.
I’ll have humus and tabouli and pita bread
And spring water without ice
But about the time you think you’ve got me pegged,
I’ll have a burger, shake and fries.
I have a gal who loves me the best
And true love is hard to find,
So ladies don’t you worry that I’ll take your man,
'Cause I’m not so inclined.
I go to a rally to protest the war
And at a vigil shine my light,
To make the country I love the very best it can be.
For that I'll always fight.
I turn my heat down low and put layers on
And in summer sweat a bit.
So my grand kids' children have grandkids who play
On a planet that is fit.