Songwriter - Good Rats

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, 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 is for 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 thirty eight

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 of you

The songwriter can make you laugh of cry

He’s pumping gas a night just 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