Guy Clark - Some days you write the song

It's ^Cone of those days you can't explain when nothin's right or ^Fwrong ^GToo much wine or not enough, so you just play ^Calong There's no rhyme or reason, ain't a damn thing you can ^Fdo Some days you write the ^Csong, some ^Gdays the song writes ^Cyou

^CSearchin' for a melody to sing my soul to ^Fsleep ^GReachin' for some harmony down inside of ^Cme Somedays you know just how it goes, somedays you have no ^Fclue Some days you write the ^Csong, some ^Gdays the song writes ^Cyou.

You can ^Dmfall, you can fly, get low ^Fdown or get high You can ^C6try or just leave it alone You can ^Dmsearch for the way, you can ^Fcurse, you can pray But the ^C6words have a ^Caugway of their ^C6own^G

^CIt don't matter how much it hurts, you've got to tell the ^Ftruth Some days you write the ^Csong, some ^Gdays the song writes ^Cyou

Now ^Cyou may think I just made this up, but I would not lie, that's ^Ftrue Some days you write the ^Csong, some ^Gdays the song writes ^Cyou