(Butch Hancock)



If you were a bluebird you'd be a sad one

I'd give you a true word

But you've already had one

If you were a bluebird,

you'd be crying

You'd be flying home

If you were a raindrop,

You'd shine like a rainbow

And if you were a train stop,

The conductor would sing low

If you were a raindrop,

You'd be falling

You'd be calling home



If you were a hotel

Honey, you'd be a grand one

But, if you hit a slow spell,

Do you think you could stand one

If you were a hotel,

Well I'd lean on your doorbell

I'd call you my home

If I was a highway,

I'd stretch alongside you

I'd help you pass by ways

That had dissatisfied you

If I was a highway,

Well I'd be stretchin'

I'd be fetchin' you home