To The Artist
Walker Jerry Jeff
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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
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