Kristofferson

I just walked in and you were gone
To your Mama’s I suppose
It looks like you won’t be back so I thought you ought to know
I found that note you left today
it only took you half a page
I’m gonna grab my old guitar
take a pencil from the jar and fill in the empty space

I’m gonna tell you how I feel,
straight up genuine and real
Open a bottle of ninety proof
and write a song for you like Kristofferson would do

In each line you’re gonna hear it’s my fault
and I miss you
I know it won’t be in time
it may not even rhyme
But what it has to be is true

I’m gonna drink this bottle of ninety proof
and sing this song for you
Like Kristofferson would do