I got up on the stage The spotlight showed my age From the dark they threw a stone So I hid behind the microphone The song I sung had good intents About a man in his presentness A critic said too much silliness You won’t make dollars if you don’t make sense I tried to explain a thing I feel I tried plain talk but it don’t seem real I wrote all night till my pen run dry Till the dawn light rose into the coal black sky The song I sung had good intents About a man in his presentness A critic said too much silliness You won’t make dollars if you don’t make sense I fell. no one to catch me On the tight top of my black corvette A girl gasped I had no regrets The song I sung had good intents About a man in his presentness A critic said too much silliness You won’t make dollars if you don’t make sense Her nurse brought me back To the dim light I couldn’t barely breathe But I got up on my feet The song I sung had good intents About a man in his presentness A critic said too much silliness You won’t make dollars if you don’t make sense
