* - One Strum

[Intro]

      


[Verse 1]

It's rainin' o

ut in Soho, yo

u're tellin' m

e, "Don't go"

Tucked outside

 a bar door, w

hat are we ali

ve for?
             
I could call a

              
 car or we cou

              
ld walk down t

   
he avenue

I wrote a song for you

About that spo

t in Ireland, 

you got on the

 table when

That man playe

d his sad song

s for me and a

ll my drunken 

friends

You danced the

re and I did t

oo
              
That night I w

              
rote a song fo

 
r you
        
And you remind

 me of some ol

d timey photo 

that I saw
       
In the doorway

 on a long day

, in your blac

k-lace bra
        
Started writin

' when I met y

ou, I'll be wr

itin' when I d

ie
              
This song for 


you


[Chorus]
             
I heard you to

             
ld your daddy 

            
'bout some boy

        
 in the city
             
He's Oklahoma 

             
trash, but he'

          
s real kind wi

th me
             
Does a boy get

           
 tired of play

          
in' those tune

s
             
But I wrote th

           
is song for yo

u


[Break]
      


[Verse 2]

Deep within my

 lower spine, 

I see you drin

kin' summer wi

ne

At a venue out

 in Dublin, ba

ck when I said

 nothing

Wish I'd said 

then the thing

s I'm thinkin'

 now
  
I wrote a song

 for you
    
And all these 

people tellin'

 me I ain't wh

at I used to b

e
    
But you've kno

wn me since I 

was naive and 

twenty-three
             
I could give a

              
 shit about wh

              
at these peopl

     
e say I am

I wrote a song for you
    
And I feel lik

e a kid again 

when you start

 askin' questi

ons

About my mama,

 Oklahoma or t

he way I'm sle

epin'
      
When they took

 the boy you k

new, sold him 

for profit
 
I had you in m

y arms last ni

ght, but I los

t it


[Break]
      


[Chorus]
             
I heard you to

             
ld your daddy 

            
'bout some boy

        
 in the city
             
He's Oklahoma 

             
trash, but he'

          
s real kind wi

th me
             
Does a boy get

           
 tired of play

          
in' those tune

s
             
But I wrote th

          
is one for you
             
Yeah, I wrote 

            
this one for y

ou


[Break]
      


[Outro]

Maybe you move

 on, do someth

ing different

Find yourself 

a sober man wh

o golfs and is

 Christian

But in everyth

ing I say and 

in everything 

I do
             
I wrote this s

*
ong for you