Jerry Jeff Walker



This song is a letter sung to a special friend of mine

One who stopped his singing somewhere back along the line

I wondered if he'd had enough of the rip-offs and the jive

Or did he sing his song one night and lose the will to write



It never was a business deal, this thing with your guitar

It always seemed more a dance done deep inside your heart

Tonight I wonder if it's true, like we felt it at the start

That an artist truly does it best when he does it from the heart



It seems to be much more than an art when the art you sell is you

Be careful how you play the game or else the game plays you



In the old days we'd stay up nights and laugh until we cried

You said songs don't belong to us we just bring some thoughts to light



The rule of thumb is never give the truth away to rhyme

And a man can't lie when he tries to sing it betrays him every time

We really write to understand more about ourselves

And if we're lucky maybe then we touch someone else



Well, I just got back from Europe friend where they hung on every word

It made me feel a little better about my chosen line of work

They asked me if I knew you wrote a lot these days

I told 'em all I know is that you rarely ever play



We start out singing what we like and just give it all away

And wind up hating what we play and sit begging to be paid

So let me say in closing friend, I want you to know

I understand how hard it was to let your music go



An artist must decide which parts to leave in and take out

And if he no longer plays the game that's what the game's about