Songwriter

(Tom T. Hall)



He sits with the guitar on his knee

Thinking of love that he's had

If it makes a sound he writes it down

He's the songwriter.



He's trying to paint

Little pictures of mountains

Turn little teardrops into mighty fountains

He's the songwriter.



He smiles at the good lines

Frowns at the bad lines

Cries with the sad parts, rewrites the bad parts

He's the songwriter.



He looks through the window of life

Some people think he's a joke

But who can tell the thing might sell

He's the songwriter.



He's trying to paint

Little pictures of mountains

Turn little teardrops into mighty fountains

He's the songwriter.



Thank you for hearing my tune

Now I'll get out of your room

It's late you know I've got to go

I'm a songwriter, mhm, mhm...