Songwriter Songtext
von The Good Rats

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