Oprah Cried

Oh, the green room was shrouded
In a cloud of purple haze
The studio was crowded
Lord, it was one of those Chicago days

She said "Man, don't be nervous
You just talk right straight at me
The staff is at your service
And the truth will set you free"
The truth will set you free

She said "Welcome please a rising star
From Nashville, Tennessee
He sings and picks a bad guitar"
And then she introduced me

She rolled 'em right to the ceiling
I was about to climb the wall
She asked me how I'd been feeling
So I told it all
I told it, baby

Oprah cried
She says "Son, I thought I'd heard it all"
Tears running down her make-up
I thought she was gonna breakup
As I told 'bout the things I swore I'd always hide

Oprah cried
She was bored of all my glories
And she yawned at my war stories
But when I talked about you and me
She cried
Oprah cried
Bless her heart, she cried
Oprah cried

I went on and said
"If it hadn't been for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all"
Dreams and schemes all run amok
And she continued to squall

I tried to change to subject
And the audience sat there spellbound
My private life went public
And I was hell bound

Oprah cried
She said "Son, I thought I'd heard it all"
Tears running down her make-up
I thought she was gonna breakup
As I told about the things I swore I'd always hide
Mm-mm

Oprah cried
She was bored of all my glories
And she yawned at my war stories
But when I talked about you and me
She cried
Oprah cried
Bless her heart, she cried
Oprah cried
Oh, she cried
Oprah cried