This is my first tab.  Tell me if anything's wrong: AvidWriter117(at)yahoo(dot)com
Also, some of the chords are slightly in their positioning below... that's 
ultimate-guitar's fault, not mine...

Capo on 7

F chord
e--0--
b--0--
g--2--
d--3--
a--3--
E--1--

Am (x02210@1)                           G (320003@1)                              CI've (x32010@1)been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you 
      F (133211@1)          Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320003@1">G CToo (x32010@1)prove to you I do
                    FIt (133211@1)shouldn't be to hard to write
            Am (x02210@1)                      G (320003@1)             CI'll (x32010@1)just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
             F (133211@1)                    Am (x02210@1)                     GYou (320003@1)were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who know's where
            C (x32010@1)                  FI (133211@1)took you in, right, then and there
     Am (x02210@1)     G (320003@1)       CAnd (x32010@1)life took on a new form
          FNo (133211@1)more stayin out all night
          Am (x02210@1)                    G (320003@1)                   CNo (x32010@1)more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
          Am (x02210@1)                            G (320003@1)     C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)CNo (x32010@1)more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes

I never had much family, never had too many friends
Then you came wandering through
Pompously I took you for granted
That's why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
I'll sing about those Denver mornings you'd wake up
bawlin bout a long lost kid
Your maternal instincts, were kickin in
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?"
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family

Writers are selfish, writers are egotists
I'm afraid I'm as bad as it gets
I keep forgettin to sensor the truth
That's why I better write some kinda love song for you
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
High a top Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
So we picked up another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound
Sippin coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
I'm sorry I've had my doubts 
Were a family of strays but together we've been found
Were a family of stray's but together we've been found