g   c
lovers keep on loving
d    g
& don’t care how they fell
cheaters mostly get what’s coming
and liars go to hell

bill works at the factory
heather works at the bank
weekends they go riding
bill’s panhead 58

take it hard through the country
horses flying by
sleep there in the meadow
embrace their little lie     chorus

he slinks home to his family
she heads back to hers
everybody keeps on acting
like it ain’t getting worse

but she aint fooling no one
&, hell, he don’t even try
they just take off every weekend
on another ride       chorus

nobody looks to leaving
midst the things that they don’t say
cuz if they can’t be happy
least they can make them pay