Lyrics I Could Write a Book About You - Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson

I Could Write a Book About You

Well, I know you like a brother.
And I know you as well.
There’s some things we could talk about,
some things we’d never tell.
A few things in particular, an episode or two.
I could write a book about you.
(Now listen to this.)
Big Betty wore a lot of make-up.
Didn’t she sweat a lot?
The Maybelline ran like a river whenever she got hot.
Last time I saw Betty, as best as I can recall,
you were ridin' her piggyback down that motel hall.
(Hey, wait a minute! That ain’t true.)
That’s not the way I remember it.
You’re lying like a rug on the floor.
The only Betty that I can remember,
I remember was yours.
(Sure!)
And since you brought up the subject,
let’s talk about your taste in art.
The windows and walls and the ceilings and floors
you mighta got a little too dark.
And there’s a motel out in Fresno
where neither one of us can go back.
You had a thing about yellow and green
so you painted the whole room black.
That ain’t the way I remember it.
Seems like I had a little help.
You weren’t along just for the ride.
You hit a few strokes yourself.
(Yeah!)
Well, I know you like a brother.
And I know you as well.
There’s some things we could talk about,
some things we’d never tell.
A few things in particular, an episode or two.
I could write a book about you.
(But you don’t have to worry. I ain’t gonna do it, Waylon.)
(I hope not!)
I could write a book about you.