Kristofferson

I just walked in and you were gone
To your mama's I suppose
It looks like you won't be back, so I thought you'd ought to know
I found that note you left today
It only took you half a page
I'm gonna grab my old guitar, take a pencil from the jar, fill in the empty space

[Chorus:]
I'm gonna tell you how I feel, straight-up genuine and real
Open a bottle of ninety-proof and write a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do

In each line you're gonna hear "it's my fault" and "I miss you"
I know it won't be in time, it may not even rhyme
But all it has to be is true

I'm gonna tell you how I feel, straight-up genuine and real
Open a bottle of ninety-proof and write a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do

I'm gonna tell you how I feel, straight-up genuine and real
Open a bottle of ninety-proof and write a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do

I'm gonna drink this bottle of ninety-proof and sing this song for you
Like Kristofferson would do