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Truth of the Matter
© Jerry Smith

It was a typical Henderson, Nevada night
Stars dance above the Las Vegas light
A neighborhood kid screamin’ in my ear
I’d rather be anywhere but here

Well if I told you I was happy then I’d be a liar
And the truth of the matter known
Well I’m runnin’ down the road with my wheels on fire
And the dust of Red Rock tastes like home

Medicine cabinet’s out of pills
And I’m wading knee-deep in unpaid bills
Got a half pack of smokes and a full tank of gas
Heading out to Red Rock and find my past

But if I told you I was happy then I’d be a liar
And the truth of the matter known
Well I’m runnin’ down the road with my wheels on fire
And the dust of Red Rock tastes like home

Well this ain’t the town that it used to be
Just a splash in the desert in ‘53
Drinking Nehi soda with my old man
Heading out to Red Rock to shoot some cans

Well if I told you I was happy then I’d be a liar
And the truth of the matter known
Well I’m runnin’ down the road with my wheels on fire
And the dust of Red Rock tastes like home

Some say it’s heaven, some say it’s hell
Some say it’s way to early to tell
Me, I think it’s a matter of time
Before they pull the string and watch it all unwind

Well if I told you I was happy then I’d be a liar
And the truth of the matter known
Well now I’m runnin’ down the road with my head on fire
And the dust of Red Rock tastes like home
And the dust of Red Rock tastes like home

 
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