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| The Songwriter Copyright 2006: Time For Change I just might be another guitar Or just one more struggling singer in the bars But I'm proud to do what I do And some folks don't like the songs that I sing But the songs that I write always seem to bring a smile To more than a few I write them for me and sing them for you Sometimes I feel like running back home But I stand on this stage and don't feel so alone Anymore, for a while 'Cause here in my hands the best friend that I've had We've had some good times and pulled through the bad Times and my hardest fall, there through it all We come out swingin' each and every night And we'll go down singing, not without the fight of our lives In the final rounds Now there's quicker pickers much hotter than me And much better singers, both teach me for free What to do with the words I write down Pack up my guitar, I'm big city bound I play in this band and I sing all night long Put a pen in my hand and my heart in a song And I'll sing this story to you 'Cause this is my job and my work is my life If I complain just remind me that I should be proud to do what I do I write them for me and sing them for you Writing these little short stories of life I've been through For as long as I live if you'll listen, that's what I'll do |