P. Barrère-G. Barrère They all asked about you down on the farm The cows asked, the pigs asked, the horses asked too All wanna know why to the city you moved Changed your name to Kitty, what’s come over you ? It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou. They’s all bawling ‘bout you down on the farm The cows bawl, the pigs bawl, the horses bawl too Miss you so much that crying’s all we can do Weeping and wailing, praying you’ll come home soon. It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou. I hear you’re working in a saloon I hear you work from midnight ‘til noon I might be from the woods But them hours don’t sound so good What do you do in this here barroom ? Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou It ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou. You can’t dance so I assume In a bag you carry a tune You’re from the woods But these hours don’t sound so good What you doin’ in this here barroom ? Say it ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou It ain’t true, Linda Lou It ain’t true, it ain’t true, Linda Lou Say it ain’t true, Linda Lou.