"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
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