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By: mac mcanallyWith his head out the sunroofAnd his heart in the right placePlan b was foolproofHe drove off to her placeHe yelled out his feelingsAmong other stuffIt was too much tequilaOr not quite enoughIt was too much tequilaOr not quite enoughIt’s a semi-true storyBelieve it or notI made up a few thingsAnd there’s some I forgotBut the life and the tellingAre both real to meAnd they all run togetherAnd turn out to beA semi-true storyWell the picture is fuzzyAnd the details are sortedIt was on the same day that god’s own drunk was recordedA walking tall sheriff and a big cadillacAnd me and golf shoes on the hood making tracksThis daring young singer was under attackIt’s a semi-true storyBelieve it or notI made up a few thingsAnd there’s some I forgotBut the life and the tellingAre both real to meAnd they all run togetherAnd turn out to beA semi-true storyWell the things that I’ve livedAnd I’ve dreamedAnd I’ve seenAnd I’ve heardYou’ll take the good with the badAnd be glad that every wordIt’s a semi-true storyBelieve it or notI made up a few thingsAnd there’s some I forgotBut the life and the tellingAre both real to meAnd they run like the rainAll the way to the seaSemi-true stories