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