It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
They's all bawling 'bout you
Down on the farm
The cows bawl, the pigs bawl
The horses bawl, too
Miss you so much that crying's
All we can do
Weeping and wailing, praying
You'll come home soon
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
I hear you're working in a
saloon
I hear ya work from midnight
'til noon
I might be from the woods
But them hours don't sound
so good
What do you do in here barroom?
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
You can't dance so I assume
In a bag you couldn't carry
a tune
I might be from the woods
But these hours don't sound
so good
What you doin' in here barroom?
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
It ain't true; it ain't true,
Linda Lou
Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
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