My brush with country music stardom

I have to admit that I don't know how to write music, but I wrote this, and I think it would make a great country song:

I went to visit Daddy, down at the county jail.
I had to give him bad news -- we couldn't pay his bail.
I left my Daddy crying; it made me feel so bad!
But then I saw you coming in, and I forgot my dad.

Your eyes as blue as M&M's, your hair the hue of beer!
And when you saw me staring, you gave a friendly leer.
I knew you were my true love; I felt you knew it, too.
And right away I knew that I would hear you say, "I do."

 

 Chorus: Now I'm just another road-kill on the highway of your love,

             I'm lyin' here a-cryin' looking at the stars above.

             My friends all tried to tell me, but I felt Cupid's dart.

             Now all that I have left of you are tire tracks on my heart!

 

Our first date at the honky tonk, you didn't see me there.

My heart was overflowing -- I followed everywhere.

That silly sheriff's order, I didn't even look.

I knew I had to be with you no matter what it took.

             Now I'm just another road-kill on the highway of your love,

             I'm lyin' here a-cryin' looking at the stars above.

             My friends all tried to tell me, but I felt Cupid's dart.

             Now all that I have left of you are tire tracks on my heart!

 

Breaking in was easy, and I found you in bed.

I slipped in beside you and stroked your golden head.

You hollered, then you tumbled, I saw your face go pale.

Now here I am with Daddy, down at the county jail.

 

             Now I'm just another road-kill on the highway of your love,

             I'm lyin' here a-cryin' looking at the stars above.

             My friends all tried to tell me, but I felt Cupid's dart.

             Now all that I have left of you are tire tracks on my heart!