It's raining out in Soho,
you're telling me don't go
Tucked outside a bar door,
what are we alive for?
I could call a car or we could walk down the avenue
Wrote a song for you
About that spot in Ireland
You got on the table when That man played his sad songs
Me and all my drunken friends You danced there in 92
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 Your black lace bra started riding
When I met you I'll be riding when I die This song for you
I heard you told your daddy about some boy in the city
He's Oklahoma trash but he's real kind with me
Does a boy get tired of playing those things?
But I wrote this song for you
Deep within my lower spine I see you drinking summer wine
I've been you out in Dublin
Back when I said nothing
Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinking now I wrote a song for you
And all these people telling me I ain't what I used to be
But you've known me since I was naive and 23
I can't give a * about what these people say I am
I wrote a song for you
And I feel like a kid again
When you start asking questions About my mama,
Oklahoma
Or the way I'm sleeping when they took the boy you knew
Sold him for profit
Had him in my arms last night but I lost it
I heard you told your daddy about some boy in the city
He's Oklahoma trash but he's real kind with me
Does a boy get tired of playing
those things?
But I wrote this one for you
But I wrote this one for you
Maybe you move on,
do something 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