I've told so many stories that my mind pretends Falsehoods are my brothers They're my good friends And big sad tears They're my next of kin But anytime you want me to I can be genuine Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun I'll make you heartbreaking rhymes I'll give you pleasure sometimes And I can tell a lie But I just can't sing one I was born in a house where the windows were wide And the lovin' indoors it matched the livin' outside Our mornings they were early they were noisy and fine Would you like to believe a song of mine? Then all you've got to do is just Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun I'll make you heartbreaking rhymes I'll give you pleasure sometimes And I can tell a lie But I just can't sing one There's a woman in my feather-bed She's wearin' honeysuckle perfume And ribbons of red She's lets her hair hang Her eyes are cornflower blue And if you don't think this story rings true Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun I'll make you heartbreaking rhymes I'll give you pleasure sometimes And I can tell a lie But I just can't sing one.