The Songwriter

I just might be another guitar
Or just one more struggling singer in the bars
But I'm proud to do what I do
And some folks don't like the songs that I sing
But the songs that I write always seem to bring a smile
To more than a few
I write them for me and sing them for you

Sometimes I feel like running back home
But I stand on this stage and don't feel so alone
Anymore, for a while
'Cause here in my hands the best friend that I've had
We've had some good times and pulled through the bad
Times and my hardest fall, there through it all

We come out swingin' each and every night
And we'll go down singing, not without the fight of our lives
In the final rounds
Now there's quicker pickers much hotter than me
And much better singers, both teach me for free
What to do with the words I write down
Pack up my guitar, I'm big city bound

I play in this band and I sing all night long
Put a pen in my hand and my heart in a song
And I'll sing this story to you
'Cause this is my job and my work is my life
If I complain just remind me that I should be proud to do what I do
I write them for me and sing them for you

Writing these little short stories of life I've been through
For as long as I live if you'll listen, that's what I'll do