Song Cover Image

A singer of sorts

STUDIO

[Verse 1] Well I have been a singer of sorts Ever since I was a boy In the times when my soul could afford The blues to go along with my joy In the corner of a roundhouse In a hometown somewhere out South I was a singer of sorts [Verse 2] Well I was the boy in the choir And then the man on the stage I'd always light the fire For my short moment of fame But the fire don't burn quite as bright If you burn the fire every night For I was a singer of sorts [Chorus] For there are times when you win And there are times when you lose There are times when you sing And there are times when you don't choose There are times when you win And there are times when you lose There are times when you win And there are times when you lose There are times when you sing And there are times when you don't choose [Verse 3] Well I've traveled far and wide And sung my songs to the people The love and hate I've seen from inside When you sing It's never simple But if it's in you You must let it out Whether to the people or a roundhouse If you're a singer of sorts [Chorus] For there are times when you win And there are times when you lose There are times when you sing And there are times when you don't choose There are times when you win And there are times when you lose There are times when you sing And there are times when you don't choose