A Song Was Born

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, thinkin' 'bout bein' 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 cords

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 cords

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 cords

Then you pour those feelings out over three cords

A song was born

A song was born