Bill Osofsky songs
There's a debate I've heard since I started writing about whether a songwriter should write what he "knows", that is about his own life experiences, or whether he should have more creative freedom. This song is a bit of both. It's really basically about me, so it's what I know. But I happen to be someone who thinks a writer should be able to write about anything he can express well, whether he's actually ever lived the song or not. I sent this lyric to James at 6 last night, got this back from him at 7:30, lol. James is one talented fella and a real asset to our community here.
HE'S AN OLE SONGWRITER
(verse)
He says he sat down to have him a beer
But the truth is he likes cabernet
It's eight o'clock Friday, he's not at a honky-tonk
His life just isn't that way
(chorus)
But he'll write you a song
About rednecks and pickups
Gunracks and camos
And hard-drinking screw ups
He'll be a chameleon, take on any shade on a whim
He's an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him
(verse)
He admires a guy who can fix his own car
Cause he can't do much more than pump gas
He can picture you out on a lake as the sun sets
But he's never caught him a bass
(chorus)
But he'll write you a song
'Bout dirt roads and corn rows
And old wooden rockers
Strong hands and backhoes
He loves what he does, but he knows that his chances are slim
He's an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him
(bridge)
He'll pick out each part of your life
And make it sound like it's his
He'll make it shine, make it rhyme
Make you think that's who he is
(chorus)
Yeah, he'll write you a song
About preachers on Sunday
Throwing a touchdown
And winning State one day
He'll give it his best, rewrite it again and again
Yeah, an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him.
Yeah, he's an ole songwriter
Lord, please have pity on him.
Bill Osofsky, BMI, James Cain copyright 2009
HE'S AN OLE SONGWRITER
(verse)
He says he sat down to have him a beer
But the truth is he likes cabernet
It's eight o'clock Friday, he's not at a honky-tonk
His life just isn't that way
(chorus)
But he'll write you a song
About rednecks and pickups
Gunracks and camos
And hard-drinking screw ups
He'll be a chameleon, take on any shade on a whim
He's an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him
(verse)
He admires a guy who can fix his own car
Cause he can't do much more than pump gas
He can picture you out on a lake as the sun sets
But he's never caught him a bass
(chorus)
But he'll write you a song
'Bout dirt roads and corn rows
And old wooden rockers
Strong hands and backhoes
He loves what he does, but he knows that his chances are slim
He's an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him
(bridge)
He'll pick out each part of your life
And make it sound like it's his
He'll make it shine, make it rhyme
Make you think that's who he is
(chorus)
Yeah, he'll write you a song
About preachers on Sunday
Throwing a touchdown
And winning State one day
He'll give it his best, rewrite it again and again
Yeah, an ole songwriter
Lord, won't you watch over him.
Yeah, he's an ole songwriter
Lord, please have pity on him.
Bill Osofsky, BMI, James Cain copyright 2009
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