An old guitar picker had run out of liquor
So I sat down beside him
and bought him a drink
Then I fought him another,
and finally some color
returned to his cheeks,
and he said with a wink,
Son, I worked with red foley, new hang,
and old lefty,
and I worked on the Opry back
when it was strong,
But it's your business, you know,
and it sometimes gets slow
So buy me another
and I'll sing you a song
Be careful who you love
For love can be untrue
Be careful who you love,
be sure she loves you too.
Well you like it I see,
and that's pleasing to me.
But son I've rode hundreds
and some you know well.
I wrote them and sold them,
they bought them and stole them
But paper is cheap, they're just tunes,
what the hell
Then he offered to sell me
the song he'd just sung
But I told him that song is a
piece of your soul
Keep your song, here's some money
He said, thank you, sonny
And I heard him sing
as I walked out the door
Be careful who you love
For love can be untrue
Be careful who you love,
be sure she loves you too.
Well, that was about a year ago.
Friend, wouldn't you just know.
It's a big hit
that some superstar claims he wrote.
He sings it in grace and the money rolls in
It's a wonder the lyrics
don't stick in his throat
Now I think of that writer
named Arthur and wonder
Just how many children he sold in his time
And how many men
take the gift that God gave them
And throw it away for the pretty red wine?
Be careful who you love
For love can be untrue
Be careful who you love,
be sure she loves you too,
be careful who you love,
for love can be untrue.
Be careful who you love,
be sure she loves you.