I string my words together
In my own simple way.
Some people say they like them
Some people say they're ok,
And I can stand on a stage and
Make an audience want to hear
And the pleasure never lessens
No matter how often I appear,
The musicians then follow
And between tunes they pause
And whatever their ability
They always receive applause.
I have no musical talent
I just can't play
Any instrument
In even a basic way.
I just cant compete with them
I just holler like a loon
Because I can't keep a rhythm
And I can't hold a tune
I'm my mind I'm a Sinatra but
the facts don't bear that out
And when it comes to harmony
I'm always the odd one out.
I wish i could sing like Johnny
And wish I could write like Kris
I wish I could play like Django
But I just keep on doing this.
I can see their interest
Reflected in their faces
And they always seem to listen
And laugh in the right places
I don't pretend to be an intellectual
I try to keep meter and use thyme
And if you don't understand
I just think I've wasted our time
just stringing my words together
In my own simple way
Some people say they like them
Some people say i do ok.
