Savannah she stands in the door She's lookin' good and southern She asks me if I want some and I said 'I can't take another one' I said: 'I can't see to find my stuff' 'Offer some help, I'll accept it' She said: 'Your guitar's out in the Back of the truck where you left it' It's no lie, it's no lie It's no lie, babe I got to quit getting' high I must have been cursed by a woman at one time That would explain my luck I was arrested on the 4th of July Was something about my conduct When I got out I went downtown to try to find Mr. Foley He's an ornery son of a bitch But his songs is almost holy It's no lie, it's no lie It's no lie, babe I got to quit getting' high Now Jesus is on the mainline Is what Mr. McDowell tells me Hen I hear him sing that song, words fail me Ms. Williams tells me that Jesus Turned the water into wine You'd think somebody could do something like that Would be a friend of mine