True Blue
Lyrics and Music: Rod Stewart, Ron Wood

 

Never been a millionaire and I tell you, mama, I don’t care.

Never gonna own a racehorse or a fastback mid-engine Porshe.

Don’t think I’ll own a private jet on the Stock Exchange, I’m no threat.

So won’t you help me make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

 

Oh, yeah …

 

Sittin’ in the moonlight glow, excuse me if my feelings show.

Watchin’ all the trucks roll by, dreaming up an alibi.

You see, back home I’m considered the fool …

But maybe they’re right, I don’t know …

So can’t you help me make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

Who cares?

 

Daddy says he’ll buy me a car to drive just as fast as I need.

He wants me back at any expense …

He’s got a lot more money than sense.

Funny but now that I’ve gone they all wanna be concerned.

Oh, please, can you make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

 

Just don’t know what to do …

Oh, yeah!

 

Maybe I’ll walk, maybe I’ll ride, maybe I’ll never, ever decide.

 

Oooooh …

 

Get out the way!

 

I got to get on home, ooh!

 

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah …

 

Got to get home as soon as I can, yeah!

Got to get home as soon as I can.

Got to get home as soon as I can, oooh!