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Songwriters: NIC COWAN, WYATT DURRETTE, ZAC BROWN
Early morning in a motel room
Sunshine trying to creep on through
Lost sleep but I found a tune
Stuck inside my head
Cigarettes, a tank of gas
Headed off to nowhere fast
Gotta find a way to make this feeling last
Cause I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just kept on chasing that melody
And as time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die
I wanna say that I
Was a man who really lived and never compromised
And when I lived out my days
Until the very end
I hope they find me in my home
A guitar in my hands
I hope they find me in my home
With my guitar in my hands
A part of dawn to be ashamed of
But good people are supposed to be up
But I found peace with this path I took
As I lay down my head
Crossroads you gotta choose
Which way do we win or lose
But every bone in my soul says to sing on through
I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just keep on singing these melodies
As time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die
I wanna say that I
Was a man who really lived and never compromised
And when I lived out my days
Until the very end
I hope they find me in my home
Guitar in my hands
I hope they find me in my home
With my guitar in my hands
We all go
We all go
It's all over
Before you know
I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just keep on singing these melodies
And as time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die
I wanna say that I
Was a man who really loved and never compromised
And when I lived out my days
Until the very end
You can find me in my home
Guitar in my hands
And you can find me in my home
With my guitar in my hands
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