Lyrics:

by: Mac McAnally

With his head out the sunroof,
and his heart in the right place
plan B was foolproof,
he drove off to her place.
Yelled out his feelings,
among other stuff
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough.

It's a semi-true story,
believe it or not;
I made up a few things,
and there's some I forgot.
But the life and the telling
are both real to me.
and they all run together,
and turn out to be
a semi-true story

Well the picture is fuzzy,
and the details are sordid;
it was on the same day 'God's Own Drunk' was recorded
A walking tall sheriff and a big cadillac
and me and golf shoes on the hood making tracks,
this daring young singer was under attack.

It's a semi-true story,
believe it or not.
I made up a few things,
and there's some I forgot.
But the life and the telling
are both real to me,
and they all run together,
and turn out to be
a semi-true story

Well the things that I've lived,
and I've dreamed,
and I've seen,
and I've heard.
You'll take the good with the bad,
and be glad to have every word.

It's a semi-true story,
believe it or not;
I made up a few things,
and there's some I forgot.
But the life and the telling
are both real to me,
and they run like the rain
all the way to the sea.
Semi-true stories