If I was a Song Writer

(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