ain't it the truth

born in this country red white and blue

from church pews to bar stools it's always been true

from up in the mountains way back in the pines

from crazy to sweet dreams to yesterday's wine

all of my heroes from lefty to jones

some are still with us and some have gone home

oh precious are the memories of the music they made

forever living not held by the grave

forever and always chiseled in stone

like honky tonk prophets their words linger on

if you don't believe me if you need some proof

ask any old jukebox hey ain't it the truth

honest and simple never ashamed

lord help us jesus never to change

one day i'll see lefty when my work is through

he'll say son you were country oh ain't it the truth

forever and always chiseled in stone. ask any old jukebox hey ain't it the truth