Say a Prayer for the Tunesmith
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He writes songs about living in Oklahoma
Cause that’s where the old man grew up
His weapons are a pencil and a notepad
Smokes cigars and sips whiskey from a coffee cup
He never had much luck keeping a woman
Maybe he was too set in his ways
Wasn’t surrounded much by his family and his friends
But when he sang his songs they were filled with such grace
Someone say a prayer for the tunesmith
Whose ballads cause the world to love, laugh and cry
His music is a reflection of the way we live our lives
God’s melody determines how we live and die
He soon grew tired of living in L.A.
So he packed up his things and headed back east
His latest wife left him a few months ago
And now he has a hard time sleeping and he just can’t eat
He pulls out that old banged up Martin guitar
Tunes the strings and plays some old familiar chords
Those chords know him better than his ex and his friends
His songs prove his life is just a metaphor
He’s working on his next big hit that’ll sell a million
The words are down but the melody just won’t come
He wonders why he never got a real job
Sometimes the whole process seems so humdrum
He knows he’s fading fast and will soon be gone
His craft left for the next age
Soon he’ll be singing his songs in heaven
Or could he be doomed to sing on Hell’s stage
© 2007
Jay S. McMullan
