I Could Write a Book About You

I know you like a brother, and I know you as well

But there's some things we could talk about

Some things we'd never tell

A few things in particular, an episode or two

I could write a book about you

(Now listen to this)

Big Betty wore a lot of make-up, didn't she sweat a lot?

The Maybelline ran like a river whenever she got hot

Last time I saw Betty, as best as I can recall

You were ridin' her piggyback down that motel hall

(Hey, wait a minute, that ain't true)

That's not the way I remember it

You're lying like a rug on the floor

The only Betty that I can remember

I remember was yours (sure)

And since you brought up the subject

Let's talk about your taste in art

The windows and walls, and the ceilings and floors

You might've got a little too dark

And there's a motel out in Fresno

Where neither one of us can go back

You had a thing about yellow and green

So you painted the whole room black

That ain't the way I remember it

Seems like I had a little help

You weren't along just for the ride

You hit a few strokes yourself (yeah)

I know you like a brother, and I know you as well

There's some things we could talk about

Some things we'd never tell

A few things in particular, an episode or two

I could write a book about you

(But you don't have to worry, I ain't gonna do it, Waylon)

(I hope not)

I could write a book about you