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