That Wasn’t Me (But It Sounded Good)

Verse 1 They said, “That tune’s as clean as spring, But I don’t hear your heart in the strings.” I smiled and shrugged, said, “Maybe true,” Been singin’ sharp when I should be blue. Chorus That wasn’t me, but it sounded good, Smooth like stone from the preacher’s wood, Now I’m reachin’ back with a busted key, Tryin’ to find the song that sounds like me. Verse 2 Spent two years hidin’ in a borrowed style, Learned the tricks, forgot to smile. Now the holler calls with a scratchy tone, And the song I lost might still come home. Chorus That wasn’t me, but it passed the test, Kept me warm and gave me rest, But I’d trade it all for a crooked chord That echoes the man my voice ignored.