Tom Paxton - And if It's Not True lyrics
[Tom Paxton - And if It's Not True lyrics]
Most of my evenings I spend on my own
Listening to Spanish guitars
Next year I say Barcelona for me
Late nights in dark Spanish bars
Sipping my whisky, then having one more
And smoking my black cigarettes
Asking Dolores to come home with me
Knowing I'll have no regrets
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
Sometimes on Sundays I stroll through the
Park down by the carousel
Hearing the children ride round in delight to
A tune by my old friend Ravel
One that he sang for me one rainy night as
I walked with him down by the Seine
How I love Paris, the music
The fun - I go there again and again
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
Ah, the impressionists up at the Met
I visit whenever I can
It's bonjour to Vincent
Bravo to Henri but the one
That I love is Cezanne
And over his shoulder I silently watch as
The small canvas bursts into flame
We stop at the inn on the way back to town
Where the old men drink wine with their games
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
Listening to Spanish guitars
Next year I say Barcelona for me
Late nights in dark Spanish bars
Sipping my whisky, then having one more
And smoking my black cigarettes
Asking Dolores to come home with me
Knowing I'll have no regrets
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
Sometimes on Sundays I stroll through the
Park down by the carousel
Hearing the children ride round in delight to
A tune by my old friend Ravel
One that he sang for me one rainy night as
I walked with him down by the Seine
How I love Paris, the music
The fun - I go there again and again
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
Ah, the impressionists up at the Met
I visit whenever I can
It's bonjour to Vincent
Bravo to Henri but the one
That I love is Cezanne
And over his shoulder I silently watch as
The small canvas bursts into flame
We stop at the inn on the way back to town
Where the old men drink wine with their games
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go
And if it's not true, what harm can it do?
I know what I know, I go where I go