Lyrics
(Verse 1) Sittin’ on the porch swing, strummin’ my old guitar
Sunset paints the sky, like a canvas of stars
Whiskey in my mason jar, fireflies in the air
Wonderin’ 'bout life, and what’s out there
(Pre-Chorus) If I was a song writer, oh, what would I say?
Would I spin tales of heartache, or love that won’t sway?
Would I sing of dusty roads, and broken dreams?
Or find solace in melodies, like a gentle stream?
(Chorus) If I was a song writer, I’d pen my heart’s desire
In rhymes and sweet refrains, set the world on fire
From honky-tonk bars to Nashville’s neon glow
I’d weave my soul into lyrics, let the music flow
(Verse 2) I’d write about cowboys, ridin’ into the sun
Their lonesome trails, battles lost and won
And maybe a love story, like a worn-out paperback
Two hearts collidin’, never lookin’ back
(Pre-Chorus) If I was a song writer, oh, what would I choose?
To sing of wild horses or old cowboy boots?
Would I find redemption in a steel guitar’s cry?
Or dance with the moonlight, under a starry sky?
(Chorus) If I was a song writer, I’d pen my heart’s desire
In rhymes and sweet refrains, set the world on fire
From honky-tonk bars to Nashville’s neon glow
I’d weave my soul into lyrics, let the music flow
old cowboy boots?
Would I find redemption in a steel guitar’s cry?
Or dance with the moonlight, under a starry sky?
(Chorus) If I was a song writer, I’d pen my heart’s desire
In rhymes and sweet refrains, set the world on fire
From honky-tonk bars to Nashville’s neon glow
I’d weave my soul into lyrics, let the music flow
(Bridge) And when the rain falls, I’d write about the storm
The ache of lost love, and hearts that still warm
Maybe a little twang, a touch of sweet regret
In every chord progression, a memory set
(Chorus) If I was a song writer, I’d pen my heart’s desire
In rhymes and sweet refrains, set the world on fire
From honky-tonk bars to Nashville’s neon glow
I’d weave my soul into lyrics, let the music flow
(Outro) So here I am, strummin’ my old guitar
Dreamin’ of melodies that’ll take me far
If I was a song writer, oh, what would I say?
Guess I’ll keep playin’, and let the words find their way
