Song Writer

They won’t play my music so I’m never coming back I made too many boasts along the way And it’s a cold, long lonely day Let me share your fire and I’ll sing a song for you Funny, cause I called it “Happy Song” And if you won’t, I’ll move on The songwriter can make you laugh or cry He’s pumping gas at night just to survive And all he asks of you (is) to sing his songs And put his name in lights where it belongs I used to have a family, a wife and three small kids I couldn’t give them anything they needed I guess I’m a long way from being a man Hey there Mr. Gershwin, gone at 38 You gave so much, and yet so much to give And I thank you for the Rhapsody In Blue And I must confess sometimes I think I’m you. The songwriter can make you laugh or cry He’s pumping gas at night just to survive And all he asks of you (is) to sing his songs And put his name in lights where it belongs