Sake of the Song - Hayes Carll

If you’re nobody’s business or you’re front page news

Rock, Country or Delta Blues, Tell your truth however you choose

And do it all for the sake of the song

Yeah, hitchhike, and bus ride and rental car, living rooms coffee house and

rundown bars

Ten thousand people or alone under the stars, all for the sake of the song

And there’s a man who wrote «Your Cheatin' Heart», now he’s blind to it’s truth

And he plays it on a stolen harp, his soul is hundred proof

And there’s one who might be happy with a foreign baggar’s purse

She’s lost the crowd’s attention at the forty second verse

And it’s the travelling salesman, the girl next door

On the empty room to the bird on the corner, less is less until more is more

And it’s all for the sake of the song

And there’s the young man on the marquee, He’s fond of somewhere unknown

And his father bought the two of us so he could strike out on his own

And there’s the brooding contradiction, he’s holding Van Gogh’s ear

And he’s taken to his guitar, in the hope someone will hear

It’s life back stage and Nudie Suits, and the next big thing will get 'em back

to you roots

High five flannel and duct tape boots

And it’s all for the sake of the song

And there’s the mystic, there’s the legend, and there’s the best that’s ever

been

And there’s the voice of a generation who wants to pass this way again

And there’s record deals and trained seals, and puppets on a string

And they’re all just trying to figure out what makes the caged bird sing

It’s lights, camera, on with the show, lifetime to get ready, now go cat go

Where it all ends, nobody knows

B it’s all for the sake of the song

So if you’re nobody’s business or you’re front page news

Rock, Country or Delta Blues, Tell your truth however you choose

And do it all for the sake of the song