"A Song Was Born" - Luke Combs
Haggard on a houseboat, trying not to sink Wonderin' if he oughta float back,
or just stay here and drink He found a guitar 'fore he found that Shasta shore A song was born
Willie on an airplane, brown bag and a pen Flying high thinking 'bout being on the road again
Tried her out on a crowd down at John T. Floore's A song was born
* Outta real life, outta real love The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
I've wrote 'em in the Carolina mountains, on a Cabo beach
In a thousand rooms in Nashville, Tennessee On a Bitterroot River, Montana back porch
A song was born
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A song was born A song was born
