From the recording Love In Oversupply
Lyrics
I’ll Be True
©2007, Peter Goodman
My old man had an axe to grind
He never was a very good friend of mine
He worked like a dog at the factory
Long hours of sweat made him sad and mean
All hell broke loose when Ma found the note
Hidden deep in my father's coat
My brother was just a baby then
He never knew how, why, what or when
But I'll be true
I'll be true
I'll be true to you
And hold my head up high
That’s been more than forty years ago
Spring, summer, autumn leaves, falling snow...
You never really know...
We buried Pa just the other day
In a pine casket that my brother made
We lowered him down, seemed like half a mile
When I finally looked up, I could swear Ma smiled
But I'll be true
I'll be true
I'll be true to you
I'll be true
I'll be true
I'll be true to you