Lyrics

It Ain't What It Ain't

Well I'm new into town, I've got to find a place to hang my hat
I saw a sign in the widow, the outside didn't look so bad
But the landlady wanted a big deposit for nothing but a closet
I said “It's too small,” she said “No, it's just quaint”
Well it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't.

I went shopping for some wheels, you see I can't afford something new
So the salesman shows me his best deals, he says “here's a peach perfect just for you”
I said It's got too many miles, rust and worn out tires,
you can't hide a junk behind a new coat of paint”
Well it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't.

I wanted to marry the preacher's daughter, the sweetest girl I ever knew
So I sat down with her father, he said “to wed that girl, well here's what you're gonna do:
Give up the whiskey, beer and wine, start working days, staying home at night”
I said “I'd rather be a sinner than a saint”
Well I am what I am, and I ain't what I ain't.

Well it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't.
Well it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't.