[Verse 1] I bought a map to find my way, then returned it to the store Told the clerk I knew the road; Cuz, I’d been there once before My old pickup coughed at me like it had heard this ole' speech We both got where we’re going by a route beyond our reach... [Chorus] Could’a, would’a, should’a— Well, the pastor has my old shoes He can walk right out the door while I’m still singing the blues Now I’m beggin’ on bendin’ knee, with my hat down on the floor Could’a, would’a, should’a— ain’t a key Ain't a key; that fits the door [Verse 2] I promised you the moon, but I was short a jar of paste So I drew one on a napkin; you said, “Honey, that’s a waste” I brought you roses from the grocer, two for one and slightly bent You said, “That’s the kind of grand romance; that knows where all your money went” [Chorus] Could’a, would’a, should’a— Well, the pastor has my old shoes He can walk right out the door while I’m still singing the blues Now I’m beggin’ on bendin’ knee, with my hat down on the floor Could’a, would’a, should’a— ain’t a key Ain't a key; that fits the door [Verse 3] I tried to fix the kitchen sink with wisdom from a man Who’d fixed one once in 19 62, or so he said he can The wrench slipped loose, the pipe let go, the room became a lake Even Noah saw my plumbing job and said, “That’s quite a wake” [Chorus] Could’a, would’a, should’a— Well, the pastor has my old shoes He can walk right out the door while I’m still singing the blues Now I’m beggin’ on bendin’ knee, with my hat down on the floor Could’a, would’a, should’a— ain’t a key Ain't a key; that fits the door [Verse 4] You said, “Just listen, darling,” and I nodded like a judge Then I answered every question with a confident little nudge Now your silence fills the parlor like a cat that owns the chair I’m learning that a listening ear beats my advice, that just isn’t there [Bridge] If regret were legal tender, I could buy this county fair But the bank won’t take my “almost,” and the cashier doesn’t care So I’m trading in my big talk for a promise, I can keep: I’ll show up when you call me, and I’ll let you finish, sweet [Verse 5] I made a list of all the ways I’d win you back again It had three fine excuses and a coupon marked “dear friend” I crossed them out, brought coffee, and I asked to start anew You said, “That’s less a grand parade and more the thing to do” [Chorus] Could’a, would’a, should’a— Well, the pastor has my old shoes He can walk right out the door while I’m still singing the blues Now I’m beggin’ on bendin’ knee, with my hat down on the floor Could’a, would’a, should’a— ain’t a key Ain't a key; that fits the door [Outro] Could’a, would’a, should’a— now I know what I can do Keep my word, bring the coffee, and make room to listen too Now I’m beggin’ on bendin’ knee— though my knees complain some more Could’a, would’a, should’a— then I knock upon your door [instrumental] I knock uponyour door.... [fade to end] Yeah; I knock upon your door... [fade to end] [end]
