The Truth About Men lyrics

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Artist: Tracy Byrd
Album: The Truth About Men

Lyrics

The truth about men

Tracy byrd, blake shelton, andy griggs, & montgomery gentry

Tracy:
We don't like to go out shoppin'
We don't care what's on sale
We just want to sit with a bag full of chips
Watchin' the nfl
When you come over at half-time
An' say: "does this dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie
An say: "uh, uh: looks just right."

Tracy:
Chorus:
Well, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about us
We like to hunt and golf on our days off
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss
It don't matter what line we hand you
When we come draggin' in
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry
An' it's probably gonna happen again

Tracy:
We hate watchin' "steel magnolias"
We like "rambo" an' "die hard 4"

Troy (montgomery gentry):
Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools

Eddie (montgomery gentry):
At the home depot store

Andy:
We don't really wanna take you to dinner
At some fancy restaurant

Blake:
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to
The one thing that we all want

All:
(Chorus)
Well, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about guys
We'd rather play guitars and work on cars

Tracy:
Than work on the problems in our lives
An' though we might say it to you
Every now and then

All:
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry
An' it's probably gonna happen again

Tracy:
Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin'
It's nothing too complex
It's just somethin' cold for drinkin'
And a whole lot of s-e .....

All:
(Chorus)
Yes, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about us
We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost

Tracy:
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff

All:
It don't matter what line we hand you
When we come a-crawlin' in
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry
An' it's probably gonna happen again
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry
An' it's probably gonna happen;
Sure, it's gonna happen;
You know it's gonna happen again

Tracy:
An' that's the truth about men

You know it, son

Blake:
(Tell 'em how it is tracy!)