The Truth About Men Lyrics - Tracy Byrd

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 N.F.L. 

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, it looks just right" 

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 

We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias" 

We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4" 

Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools 

At the Home Depot store 

We don't really wanna take you to dinner 

At some fancy restaurant 

The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to 

The one thing that we all want 

Well, that's the truth about men 

Yeah, that's the truth about guys 

We'd rather play guitars and work on cars 

Than work on the problems in our lives 

An' though we might say it to you 

Every now and then 

We ain't wrong, we ain't sorry 

An' it's probably gonna happen again 

Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin' 

It's nothin' too complex 

It's just somethin' cold for drinkin' 

And a whole lot of S E 

Yes, that's the truth about men 

Yeah, that's the truth about us 

We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost 

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

It don't matter what line we give 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 

An' that's the truth about men 

You know it, son 

Tell 'em how it is Tracy