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