They've already been there

I sat down with a notebook

started strumming my guitar

imagined I was in the corner

of a rundown smokey bar

watching all the smiling people

enjoying every single note

they were clapping hands so loudly

they truly loved the song I wrote

suddenly, I came to my senses

the vivid dream was very weird

the page was simply empty

all the lyrics disappeared

trying to put the lines together

like many greats have done before

then the lonely realization

that my pen won't work no more

they've already been there

they've already walked that road

they've already crossed that bridge

they've already hauled that load

they've already used the hurt

they've already hung that moon

they've already paid their dues

they've already wrote that tune

I have drank enough hard whiskey

i have climbed aboard a train

I have sang about my papaw

I have fallen in the rain

I have climbed aboard an airplane

I've been in mud and I've been stuck

I have never been to prison

I've been ran over by my truck

I have dreams and I have memories

I've seen joy and I know pain

I was raised on country music

I know how to raise some cane

I know how to float the river

I know right and I know wrong

but I can't match the talent

they have to write those songs

they've already been there

they've already walked that road

they've already crossed that bridge

they've already hauled that load

they've already used the hurt

they've already hung that moon

they've already paid their dues

they've already wrote that tune