How many years have I been calling you honey
A lot of bullshit and not enough money, too long
This is your song
Cold nights sleeping in a lonely bed
You and I got Monday then I'm off again
It's hard on you
And I know it
Spent a lot of years outside lookin in on ya
Spend a lot of money making them years look good
And I could write a book
I could write a movie
You would be the star
You were my star
I could write a book
I could write a movie
You would be the star
You were my star
I never meant to be a stranger in my own house
I never meant to be a danger of the love I hold so dear
It's my worst fear
Ah through all the glory and the whiskey and the sweet southern sky
There was a part of me bleeding for my Ohio Lullabye
And it was you all the time
Spent a lot of years inside looking in on ya
Spent a lot of money making that shit look good
And I could write a book
I could write a movie
You would be the star
You were my star
Oh whoah oh
Whoah oh
Whoah, oh
I could write a book
I could write a movie
You would be the star
You were my star
I can write a book
I can write a movie
You would be the star
You were my star
You were my star
You were my star
You were my star
You were my star