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I started writing country songs in 1962 |
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Just a dream that |
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I had on my mind |
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My girl and |
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I got married in 1963 |
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We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive |
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So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside |
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You can't write country songs in town they say |
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We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by |
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We found that we liked living free that way |
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I got me an old |
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Cadillac just to have around |
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Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be |
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I heard that old |
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Hank Williams drove one just like mine |
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So I thought that something might rub off on me |
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You can take what you want after |
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I'm goneIt's only just a little place that we called home sweet home |
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One old house trailer two rusty |
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Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs |
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I always sent my songs up to |
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Nashville town |
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In case the boys could use a guy like me |
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But the mailman brought 'em right back down and |
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I think it made him sad |
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You're bound to get you one just wait and see |
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I recall the year |
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Ray Price came through town |
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His tour bus parked about a mile from here |
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I sat there in the backseat of that old |
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Coupe De Ville |
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Those shoes were just too big to fill that year |
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A song on |
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Bobby Bare would take you anywhere |
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If I'm still here it wasn't for lack of trying |
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My wife would tell me |
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Honey I'm feelin' somethin' there |
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Don't care if |
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Bobby never reads a line |
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ChorusThen late one summer evening she called me to her side |
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Saying sing me something in your real old style |
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The one I like to hear |
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Bobby Bare passed by |
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I'll just close my eyes and rest a while |
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Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine |
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And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly |
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I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar |
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I locked them up and threw away the key |
