True Blue
Benson George Lyrics
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And I tell you mama I don't care
Never gonna own a race-horse
Or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
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
Excuse me if my feelings show
Watching 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 make up my mind
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home
Who cares
Daddy says he'll buy me car
To drive just as far as I need
He wants me back at any expense
He's got a lot more money than sense
Funny but now that I'm 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
Maybe I'll walk, maybe I'll ride, maybe I'll never ever decide
Get out da way
I gotta get on home
I gotta get home as soon as I can
The lyrics of Benson George's song 'True Blue' speak of a person who is feeling lost and uncertain about their life choices. The songwriter addresses this feeling of confusion by listing things they will never have or achieve, such as being a millionaire, owning a race-horse, or a private jet. The singer confesses that back home, they are considered a fool, and they are trying to decide whether to return home or not. The chorus repeats the question, "Don't you think I'd better get myself back home," emphasizing the singer's state of mind.
The second verse talks about how the singer's father is willing to buy them a car to come back home, revealing that they left without anyone's approval. The songwriter then points out how strange it is that their family appears to care now that they've left. The final lines of the song suggest that the singer is still unsure of what to do and is considering all their options, including walking or riding back home.
Line by Line Meaning
Never been a millionaire
I've never had a lot of money
And I tell you mama I don't care
And I want my mother to know it doesn't bother me
Never gonna own a race-horse
I won't ever own a race-horse
Or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
Nor a nice fast car like a Porsche
Don't think I'll own a private jet
I don't think I'll ever have enough money to own a private plane
On the Stock Exchange I'm no threat
I'm not good at trading on the stock market
So won't you help me make up my mind
Can you help me decide what to do?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home
Do you think I should go back home?
Sitting in the moonlight glow
I'm here sitting in the moonlight
Excuse me if my feelings show
Forgive me if I seem emotional
Watching all the trucks roll by
Just watching the trucks go past
Dreaming up an alibi
Thinking of an excuse
You see, back home I'm considered the fool
People view me as foolish in my hometown
But maybe they're right I don't know
Maybe they're correct, I'm not sure
So can't you help make up my mind
Can you please assist me in deciding?
Who cares
It doesn't matter
Daddy says he'll buy me car
My dad offered to buy me a car
To drive just as far as I need
To take me wherever I want to go
He wants me back at any expense
He wants me to come back home no matter what
He's got a lot more money than sense
He's rich but not very wise
Funny but now that I'm gone
It's ironic, but now that I've moved away,
They all wanna be concerned
Everyone suddenly wants to be involved in my life
Oh please can you make up my mind
Please help me decide what to do
Just don't know what to do
I'm really not sure what to do
Maybe I'll walk, maybe I'll ride, maybe I'll never ever decide
Perhaps I'll walk or ride or maybe I'll never make a decision
Get out da way
Move out of my way
I gotta get on home
I really need to get home
I gotta get home as soon as I can
I need to get back home as soon as possible
Contributed by Tyler M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Glory To YaH
My favorite of this album
Armando Vico
Mr Benson is the Midas of guitar...all he lays his fingers on he turns into aural gold.M Vico.. musician and English teacher from Havana.
Daniel Hines
Amen