The Moody Blues
True Story
Now listen to me people
'Cause I wanna tell you something
Every single day
I go on my way
And I won't worry about my baby
Worry about my girl
'Cause she's a pretty one
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Find me another woman
My love for her is gone
And I don't worry about my baby
Worry about my girl
Oh yeah
Just have to tell me true
Oh yeah

If she had to do the thing she done
She might have used more tact;
I can't be responsible
For all the love she lacked

Yeah, yeah
This is a true story, people
That's a pretty tune
I'm a'telling you

'Cause every single day
When I go on my way
I won't worry about my baby
Yeah, she's in another town
I'll tell you, baby
Whoa, yeah