Lyrics Song Writer - Good Rats

Song Writer

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