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 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