|
I don't know how to write you a song |
|
That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong |
|
I can't find the words that don't make it cheap |
|
It's right on the verge and just out of reach |
|
It must be a sad song with a blue melody |
|
and I'll bet you it's lonesome, as lonesome as can be |
|
But I'm starting to wonder if there's such a thing |
|
As a sad song that's too sad to sing |
|
Maybe tonight, maybe this time tomorrow |
|
me and this guitar will get right with this sorrow |
|
And I'll play it for you, and you'll come back to me |
|
'Cause you were always a fool for the blue melodies |
|
So it must be a sad song in three quarter time |
|
That chills down to the bone when the steel guitars cry |
|
But if it's not the one that brings you home to me |
|
Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing |
|
Awe but if it's not the one that brings you back to me |
|
Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing |
|
Oh, it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing |
