Zach Bryan A Song For You

It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me, "Don't go" Tucked outside a bar door, what are we alive for? I could call a car or we can walk down the avenue I wrote a song for you About that spot in Ireland, you got on the table when That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken friends You danced there and I did too That night, I wrote a song for you And you remind me of some old timey photo that I saw In the doorway on a long day, in your black-lace bra Started writin' when I met you, I'll be writin' when I die This song for you I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city "He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me" Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes But I wrote this song for you Deep within my lower spine, I see you drinkin' summer wine At a venue out in Dublin, back when I said nothin' Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now I wrote a song for you And all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be But you've known me since I was naive and twenty-three I could give a shit about what these people say I am I wrote a song for you And I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions About my mama, Oklahoma, or the way I'm sleepin' When they took the boy you knew, sold him for profit I had you in my arms last night, but I lost it I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city "He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me" Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes But I wrote this one for you Yeah, I wrote this one for you Maybe you'll move on, do somethin' different Find yourself a sober man who golfs and is Christian But in everything I say and in everything I do I wrote this song for you