(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