In the realm of country music, few names resonate as profoundly as Willie Nelson. Renowned for his poetic lyricism and soulful voice, Willie Nelson encapsulates the essence of an era with his timeless compositions. One such song that stands as a testament to his songwriting prowess is “The Songwriters.”
“The Songwriters” is a heartfelt tribute to the art and craft of songwriting, reflecting Nelson’s profound appreciation for the lyricists and composers who have shaped the tapestry of music. Released in 1992 as part of the album “The IRS Tapes: Who’ll Buy My Memories?”, this ballad showcases Nelson’s emotive vocal delivery and poetic storytelling.
Willie Nelson, born on April 29, 1933, in Abbott, Texas, is an American singer, songwriter, and actor with a career spanning over six decades. He has become an iconic figure in country music, blending traditional country sounds with innovative approaches, captivating audiences worldwide.
Lyrics:
“The Songwriters”
Make love to our best friends wife
Have a beer for breakfast in Boston
Drink rum in Jamaica that night
We get to tell all our secrets
In a code no one understands
We get to shoot all the bad guys
But never get blood on our hands
We’re hero’s, we’re schemers,
We’re drunks and we’re dreamers
We’re lovers and sometimes we’re fighters
We’re students we’re teachers
We’re the devil we’re preachers
We’re true love but mostly one nighters
We’re the songwriters
Half the world thinks we’re crazy
The other half wants to be us
And the’re jealous because we get to hang out
In the back of some big stars tour bus
We’re old boots and tee shirts and blue jeans
We’re cables and strings and E Chords
We only dress up in November
When they hand out some writers awards
We’re hero’s, we’re schemers,
We’re drunks and we’re dreamers
We’re lovers and sometimes we’re fighters
We’re the truths we’re the lies
We’re stupid we’re wise
We’re true love but mostly one nighters
We’re the songwriters
We ride bridges we cross em and burn em
Teach lessons but don’t bother to learn em
Our mama’s don’t know what we’re doing
Why we stay out all night long
I told mine I was a drug dealer
She said thank god you ain’t writin songs
We’re heros, we’re schemers,
We’re drunks and we’re dreamers
We’re lovers and sometimes we’re fighters
We’re the truths we’re the lies
We’re stupid we’re wise
We’re true love but mostly one nighters
We’re the songwriters
We’re the songwriters
