Writing the Song

It started as a twinkle in inspiration's eye Then it became a wrinkle in my soul and mind I thought...this thing's become a pain, It burning like a fire So I got out a legal notepad and my old stolen guitar..... And it flowed like a river.... I pitched it on sixteenth street, up and down Music Row I didn't have to ask directions, they all told me Where To Go!! A homeless dude out by the Ryman, said he was gifted in the rhyme So he critiqued it for a dollar and I rewrote it one more time..... And it flowed like a river.... Yeah it flowed like a river...angels singing all around me You talk about delivered! this one's gonna win a Grammy! A number one! Song of the year! I knew it was crackin' fine 'Til my wife said she could buy one, for a dollar thirty nine! And I drowned in the river....