Well, I wrote a storynGot put in the papernAbout all the bridges I've burnednFor the last part I liednBut you know it don't mattern'Cause they'll print anything that's a certnnAnd if I was a shadownOn a long, lonely gallowsnThey'd hang me and pull off my lipn'Cause making up stories was all I could donAnd you know that the truth ain't worth shitnnNow, so much has happenednSince I ran with the UnionnAnd the ink never dried in the grassnWell, the numbers got plentynI assure you that manynHad been added by me for a gasnnAnd if I was a shadownOn a long, lonely gallowsnThey'd hang me and cut off my lipn'Cause making up stories was all I could donAnd you know that the truth ain't worth shitnnMy home was the scene ofnA quarrelsome MarynWho flared up whenever I spokenSo I'd write her some lettersnWashed down in adventurenAnd my bed would be lonely no morennAnd if I was a shadownOn a long, lonely gallowsnThey'd hang me and cut off my lipn'Cause making up stories was all I could donAnd you know that the truth ain't worth shitnnAnd if I was a shadownOn a long, lonely gallowsnThey'd hang me and cut off my lipn'Cause making up stories was all I could donAnd you know that the truth ain't worth shitnnAnd if I was a shadownOn a long, lonely gallowsnThey'd hang me and cut off my lipn'Cause making up stories was all I could donAnd you know that the truth ain't worth shit