Songwriter — текст песни (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 a songwriter
He`s trying to paint little pictures of mountains
Turn little teardrops into mighty fountains he`s a songwriter
He smiles at the good lines frown at the bad lines
Cries with the sad parts rewrites the bad parts he`s a 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 a songwriter
He`s trying to paint...

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