Capo 7th fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Ive been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you
Too prove to you I do
It shouldnt be to hard to write
Ill just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
You were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who knows where
I took you in, right, then and there
And life took on a new form
No more stayin out all night
No more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
No more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes
I never had much family, never had too many friends
Then you came wandering through
Pompously I took you for granted
Thats why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
Ill sing about those Denver mornings youd wake up
bawlin bout a long lost kid
Your maternal instincts, were kickin in
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?"
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family
Writers are selfish, writers are egotists
Im afraid Im as bad as it gets
I keep forgettin to sensor the truth
Thats why I better write some kinda love song for you
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
High a top Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
So we picked up another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound
Sippin coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
Im sorry Ive had my doubts
Were a family of strays but together weve been found
Were a family of strays but together weve been found