Haggard on a houseboat, tryin´ not to sink Wonderin´ if he oughta float back or just stay here and drink He found a guitar ´fore he found that Shasta shore
And a song was born
Willie on an airplane, brown bag and a pen Flyin´ high thinking ´bout being on the road again Tried her out on a crowd down at John T. Floore´s A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love The best ones you can´t make up It just means more when you´ve been there before Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake Then you pour those feelings out over three chords A song was born
I´ve wrote ´em in the Carolina mountains, on a Cabo beach In a thousand rooms in Nashville, Tennessee On a Bitterroot River, Montana back porch A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love The best ones you can´t make up It just means more when you´ve been there before Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake Then you pour those feelings out over three chords A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love The best ones you can´t make up It just means more when you´ve been there before Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake Then you pour those feelings out over three chords Then you pour those feelings out over three chords A song was born