Song Writer

They won't play my music no i'm never comin' back I made too many boasts along the way And its a cold, long lonely day Let me share your fire and I'll sing a song for you Funny calls to only have this song And if you want, I'll move on The songwriter can make you laugh or cry He's pumping gas, yet manages to survive And all he asks is for you to sing his song 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 need I guess I'm a long way from being a man Hey there Mr. Gershwin Gone at thirty eight Gave so much and yet so much to give And I thank you for the rhapsody of full And I must confess sometimes I think of you The songwriter can make you laugh of cry He's pumping gas, yet manages to survive And all he asks is for you to sing his song And put his name in lights where it belongs They won't play my music so I'm never comin' back I made too many boasts along the way The songwriter can make you laugh or cry The songwriter can make you laugh or cry The songwriter can make you laugh or cry The songwriter can make you laugh or cry The songwriter can make you laugh or cry