copyright 1992 Southside
Every damn song seems to have the same verse
And every damn song’s about a fool who got hurt
But you know I’m writing a song
About writing a song
Get a few words and it’s going real good
But even if it fits it never works like it should
Because the chorus in the middle
Doesn’t fit with the words on the page
I’m sick of writing all these damn love songs
Driving in the car when then goes through your mind
You get a few words and a beat you can rhyme
So you grab guitar and you play it
‘Til the cows come home
I’m sick of writing all these damn love songs
Whole notes, quarter notes I really don’t care
‘Cause the same damn chords seem to be everywhere
It’s all E, G, E flat,
B flat would sure be nice
I’m sick of writing all these damn love songs
Finally, when you’re finished, and you go out and play
Some damn fool steals it and he don’t even pay
Because a liar and a cheat
Never pays for free advice
I’m sick of writing all these damn love songs
I’m sick of writing
I’m sick of trying
I’m sick of writing all these damn love songs
I loved you and Rochelle belting this out on stage!