| I came in as the sun came up
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| She glared at me over her coffee cup
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| She said, «Where you been?»
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| So I thought real hard and said
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| «I fell asleep in that hammock in the yard»
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| She said, «You don’t know it boy, but you just blew it»
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| And I said, «Well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it»
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| That’s my story
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| Oh, that’s my story
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| Well, I ain’t got a witness, and I can’t prove it
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| But that’s my story and I’m stickin' to it
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| I got that deer-in-the-headlight look
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| She read my face like the cover of a book and said
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| «Don't expect me to believe all that static
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| 'Cause just last week I threw that hammock in the attic»
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| My skin got so thin so you could see right through it
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| And I stuttered, «Well that’s my story and I’m stickin t-t-to it»
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| That’s my story
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| Well, that’s my story
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| I ain’t got a witness, and I can’t prove it
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| But that’s my story and I’m stickin' to it
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| You know the time comes when a wise man knows
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| The best thing that he can do is just look her in the eye
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| And beg for mercy and face the bitter truth
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| Well, honey, me and the boys played cards all night
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| There wasn’t no hanky-panky, not a woman in sight
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| I know I should called, and baby I. I’m really sorry
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| But get a cellular phone and then you won’t have to worry
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| You know how much I love ya, darling, and I’m ready to prove it
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| And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
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| That’s my story
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| Oh, that’s my story
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| Well I ain’t got a witness and ya know I can’t prove it
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| But that’s my story and I’m stickin' to it
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| You know I ain’t gonna do a thing, darling, unless you approve it
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| And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it |