Have you fell in love, or you threw it away
You're lookin' for that perfect thing to say
And you're no good with words, well that's OK
That's why I write songs
It might make you laugh, or make you cry
It might help you make it through, a bad goodbye
'Cause you've been through it, and so have I
And that's why I write songs
I remember all the times I felt
Like somebody knows me all to well
'Cause it was my life story, I was listenin' to
I don't know about you
But I've buried family, and a few good friends
And held a brand new baby in my hands
You see it ain't just what I do, it's who I am
And that's why I write songs
I remember how it blew my mind
When I played a song and watched a grown man cry
It was at that moment, when I just knew
What I was born to do
And you know most songwriters they don't ever get any fame
And hell most people don't even recognize their names
But chances are, you've probably sang along
To Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Whitey Shafer, or my friend Whisperin' Bill
All the song they wrote, that gave us chills
That's why I write songs
Don't forget Hank Cochran
