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Don’t fly off the handle – just open up and let me in
There’s a logical explanation where I’ve been
You see I ran out of gas, and then I had a flat tire
And to top things off I locked my keys in the car
And that nice young woman that dropped me off
Was kind enough to stop and give me a ride
So you see, my dear, you’ve got nothing to fear
And I’ve got nothing to hide
CHORUS
‘Cause I swear up and down
That I ain’t been runnin’ around
And those earrings that you found
They was a present just for you
And you say you saw my pickup truck
At the old motel downtown
Well, that don’t mean a thing, honey
I swear up and down
VERSE 2
I know they look a bit suspicious
The messes I get into
They sort of give the impression
That I’m hidin’ the truth from you
Well, baby, looks are deceivin’ in my particular case
And I swear that’s grandma’s lipstick on my face
So don’t you think you might owe me an apology
For thinkin’ I could ever be untrue?
Well, that’s okay – I forgive you – now open the door
I ain’t got nothin’ to prove
CHORUS
‘Cause I swear up and down
That I ain’t been runnin’ around
And those earrings that you found
They was a present just for you
And you say you saw my pickup truck
At the old motel downtown
Well, that don’t mean a thing, honey
I swear up and down
A song about trust. Or the lack thereof. Definitely a country tune.
Randy Pelfrey – Countrified electric guitar
David Hawkins – Acoustic guitar
