An old guitar picker had run out of liquor
Then I fought him another,
Son, I worked with red foley, new hang,
and I worked on the Opry back
But it's your business, you know,
and it sometimes gets slow
be sure she loves you too.
and that's pleasing to me.
But son I've rode hundreds
I wrote them and sold them,
they bought them and stole them
But paper is cheap, they're just tunes,
Then he offered to sell me
But I told him that song is a
Keep your song, here's some money
He said, thank you, sonny
be sure she loves you too.
Well, that was about a year ago.
Friend, wouldn't you just know.
that some superstar claims he wrote.
He sings it in grace and the money rolls in
don't stick in his throat
Now I think of that writer
Just how many children he sold in his time
take the gift that God gave them
And throw it away for the pretty red wine?
be sure she loves you too,