Lyrics
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
