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