I Could Write a Book About You

I know you like a brother, and I know you as well
But 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 might've 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)

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