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If you fell in love or threw it away
You're looking for the perfect thing to say
And you're no good with words well that's okay
That's why I write songs
Might make you laugh or make you cry
Might help you make it through a bad goodbye
Cause you've been through it and so have I
That's why I write songs
I remember all the times I felt
Like somebody knows me all to well
It was my life story I was listening to
I don't know about you
But I've buried family and a few good friends
I've held a brand new baby in my hands
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
You know most songwriters they don't ever get any fame
Most people don't even recognize their names
But chances are, you probably sang along
To Harlen Howard, Bob McDill
Whitey Shafer, or my friend Whispering Bill
All the times they ever gave me chills
That's why I write songs
Don't forget Hank Cochran