Songman, sing your song Until the morning comes I can listen as long As you can play Songman, can you teach me How to make someone feel good I think I have a song or two That I might wanna Sing like you someday When I was young He'd come around from time to time He could make that old piano ring I remember how my daddy smiled A certain kind of smile With every song his Little friend would sing He'd sit there in the parlor With a twinkle in his eye Laughing as he had A taste or two Then all of us would Gather round and listen in as He'd play us every Song he ever knew He'd sing of old times And simple rhymes He's sing of ladies fair One song always made My mama cry With every tune He filled the room with Cowboys, clowns, or kings You could almost touch them If you tried I often wondered Was he happy all the time Or did he just play the part Why he came alone and why He always left the same Did he sing to hide a broken heart Those days are gone forever But some things remain the same Though he and his songs Are both gone out of style Beneath it all No matter what you think you see I'm just a songman Trying to make you smile