Ain’t That The Truth 

Written in May of 1992 in Bonnyville, Alberta

Midnight in a dusty old town
Cruise the main drag just to see who’s around
Ain’t nothing happening,
Man it’s always the same
If you wanna see tomorrow,
Take a look at yesterday.

People talk, man the always will
I spent my time in the rumour mill
But I choose to be here
There’s no gun to my head
I’d rather live here, than the city instead

Ain’t that the truth
Sliding back down
I’ve got my feet on the ground
Ain’t that the truth
Ain’t that the truth

People walk all over you
If you stand in their way
They’ll plow right through
You can cry that it’s a crying shame
Yeah well move over buddy,
I ain’t got time for your games

Ain’t that the truth
Sliding back down
I’ve got my feet on the ground
Ain’t that the truth
Ain’t that the truth

Sunrise shining in my room
I pull the covers back
And hope its just a fool moon
No chance of that as the radio screams
I’m knee deep in the rat race
If you know what I mean

Ain’t that the truth
Sliding back down
I’ve got my feet on the ground
Ain’t that the truth
Ain’t that the truth

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