{"id":283,"date":"2018-03-24T01:35:44","date_gmt":"2018-03-24T01:35:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283"},"modified":"2020-10-29T02:33:16","modified_gmt":"2020-10-29T02:33:16","slug":"hopeless-troubadour-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283","title":{"rendered":"HOPELESS TROUBADOUR LYRICS"},"content":{"rendered":"

WHAT ABOUT LOVE?<\/h3>
\n

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/em><\/strong>
\nCopyright 2009<\/em><\/p>\n

I wake up in the morning
\nAlone another day
\nMake my way to the piano
\nI\u2019m funny that way
\nI\u2019m thinking bout you baby
\nWherever you are
\nIn my imagination
\nYou aren\u2019t that far<\/p>\n

Your arms slip around me
\nYou smile and hold me tight
\nI\u2019m lost in your eyes little girl
\nEverything, everything feels so right
\nNow were dancing in the kitchen
\nTo a Sunday morning song
\nDon\u2019t wake me from this dream
\nCause alone feels so wrong<\/p>\n

Chorus
\nWhat about love?
\nTwo hearts believing
\nWhat about love?
\nIn the passion and the fire
\nWhat about love
\nDeny all logic and reason
\nWhat about love?
\nIn the name of desire
\nWhat about love?<\/p>\n

We\u2019re sitting on the porch
\nThe sun is going down
\nNothing really matters
\nExcept you are still around
\nIt\u2019s a story never-ending
\nTwo souls fly away
\nFind a new beginning
\nGo home a different way<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

What about love?
\nTwo hearts believing
\nWhat about love?
\nIn the passion and the fire
\nWhat about love?
\nDeny all logic and reason<\/p>\n

What about love?
\nIn the name of desire
\nWhat about love?
\nA fool\u2019s heart believing
\nWhat about love?
\nLove will find a way
\nWhat about love?
\nDon\u2019t I deserve the feeling?
\nWhat about love?
\nOf no more lonely days
\nWhat about love?<\/div>\n

THE SALVATION OF LOVE<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nCopyright 2009<\/em><\/p>\n

You came to me, like a vision in the night
\nOut of my head, I was filled with desire
\nScorched by your flame,
\nI was, cleansed by your fire
\nBorn again in the salvation of love<\/p>\n

A saint or a sinner, it\u2019s all just a name
\nA winner, a loser, it\u2019s all part of the game
\nYou gave me hope and took away my shame
\nI was saved by the salvation of love<\/p>\n

The wind can howl, let the rain pour
\nThe dam may break, let the tempest roar
\nAnd death has no sting, despair has no scorn
\nCompared to the power of love<\/p>\n

Some folks say, you\u2019ve got time,
\nYou can wait
\nBut, love is lost when you, hesitate
\nFinding heaven, came down to
\nA leap of faith
\nI was saved by the power of love
\nLifted up by the salvation of love
\nI was saved, by the salvation of love<\/div>\n

IT'S CHEAPER TO KEEP HER<\/h3>
\nWritten by Johnnie Taylor
\n<\/strong><\/em>Copyright 2009
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

This is Stevie saying If you’re tied up
\nYou’d better stay tied up
\nCause it’s cheaper to keep her<\/p>\n

It’s cheaper to keep her
\nIt’s cheaper to keep her
\nWhen that little
\nGirl make you mad
\nAnd you get an attitude
\nAnd pack your bags
\nFive lovely children
\nThat you’re leaving behind
\nyou’re gonna pay some
\nAlimony or do some time<\/p>\n

That’s why
\nIt’s cheaper to keep her
\nCheaper to keep her<\/p>\n

When you get through
\nStaring that judge in the face
\nYou’re gonna wanna cuss
\nThe whole human race
\nThat’s why
\nIt’s cheaper to keep her=
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\n(It’s cheaper, it’s cheaper)
\n(It’s cheaper, it’s cheaper)
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)<\/p>\n

You didn’t pay but two dollars
\nTo bring the little girl home
\nNow you’re about to pay
\nTwo thousand to leave her alone<\/p>\n

You see another woman out there
\nAnd you wanna make a change
\nShe ain’t gonna want you cause
\nYou won’t have a damn thing<\/p>\n

That’s why it’s cheaper to keep her
\nEverybody sing along with me
\nIt’s cheaper to keep her
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\nBy the time you get through
\nLooking that judge in the face
\nYou’re gonna wanna cuss
\nThe whole human race<\/p>\n

That’s why
\nIt’s cheaper to keep her
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\nIts cheaper to keep her
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\n(It’s cheaper, it’s cheaper)
\n(It’s cheaper, it’s cheaper)
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)<\/p>\n

I know you think the grass is greener
\nWay over on the other side
\nWhen that Judge give
\nYou that dirty look
\nYou may as well put your
\nMoney in momma’s pocketbook<\/p>\n

That’s why it’s cheaper to keep her
\n(It’s cheaper to keep her)
\nCost too much to leave the little girl home
\nI know it’s cheaper to keep her
\nRemember what’s her’s is her’s
\nAnd what’s yours is her’s
\nYou don’t want to make that little girl mad<\/p>\n

It’s cheaper to keep her<\/p>\n

Cheaper to keep her cheaper to keep her<\/div>\n

TOO LITTLE TOO LATE<\/h3>
\n

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith
\n<\/em><\/strong>Copyright 2009
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

Young man, standing on the corner
\nWatching the world go by
\nA pretty girl looks at him and smiles
\nAll he can say is my, my, my<\/p>\n

Life is unpredictable
\nAs she boards a bus and rides away
\nWhat could have been has now become
\nToo little too late<\/p>\n

Timing is everything
\nAll is lost when you hesitate
\nYou gotta strike while the iron is hot
\nOr end up with too little too late<\/p>\n

Desiree is a good woman
\nShe treats James like a king
\nJames is always on the prowl
\nLookin for a new fine thing<\/p>\n

You know D ain’t no fool
\nAnd today is judgment day
\nJames will soon come to understand
\nToo little too late<\/p>\n

Timing is everything
\nAll is lost when you hesitate
\nYou gotta strike while the iron is hot
\nOr end up with too little too late<\/p>\n

Politicians never understand
\nWho there’re working for
\n(shame, shame, shame)
\nWhy do we let them steal us blind
\nAnd never show them to the door<\/p>\n

It’s unforgiveable
\nThat we choose to look the other way
\n(Look away)
\nThat Rome burned is the lesson learned
\nAbout too little too late<\/p>\n

Timing is everything
\nAll is lost when you hesitate
\nYou gotta strike while the iron is hot
\nOr end up with too little too late<\/div>\n

HOW DO I CRY<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nCopyright 2009
\n<\/em>I want to smile; please someone take my hand
\nTeach me how to cry, how to cry<\/p>\n

I should be dancing, all I want to do is sing
\nI should have wings to fly, wings to fly<\/p>\n

Chorus
\nHow do I cry, without tears?
\nTeach me how to cry, without fear<\/p>\n

Words are spoken, the secret language of the heart
\nThere is no reply, teach me how to cry<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

How do I cry, without tears?
\nHow do I cry, when no one hears?<\/p>\n

The weight of silence, in a house where no one speaks
\nTeach me how to cry, teach me how to fly<\/p>\n

The soul won\u2019t be denied
\nTeach me how to try
\nI should have wings to fly
\nTeach me how to cry<\/div>\n

I'LL BE THERE<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith
\n<\/em><\/strong>Copyright 2009
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

When your heart turns from red to blue
\nPain and regret work to hide the truth
\nThe answer’s in front of you
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

When the angels forget your name
\nUp and down all seem the same
\nJoy and peace turn to fear and pain
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

I’ll be there
\nTo hear your call
\nI’ll there
\nTo break your fall
\nWhen your back’s against the wall
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

Don’t give up the fight
\nDown there on your knees
\nThat’s when you’ll realize
\nWhat tomorrow can be<\/p>\n

Things are never what they seem
\nSilver linings come with broken dreams
\nYour go around will come around again
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

At the point of no return
\nYou’ll find the road to lessons learned
\nNo matter which way you turn,
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

I’ll be there
\nTo hear your call
\nI’ll there
\nTo break your fall
\nWhen your back’s against the wall
\nI’ll be there<\/p>\n

I’ll be there
\nWhen you can’t go on
\nI’ll be there
\nTo help you find your song
\nWhen hope is lost and faith is gone
\nI’ll be there<\/div>\n

GINNY LEE<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nCopyright 2009
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

I was 6 years old
\nWhen I first met Ginny Lee
\nA tomboy full of animus
\nA spirit wild and free
\nI thought she was an angel
\nIn her dirty old blue jeans
\nGolden hair and bright green eyes
\nI fell in love with Ginny Lee<\/p>\n

The years came and went
\nI was deep in family
\nI remember how my heart would soar
\nWhen I saw Ginny Lee
\nShe was battling her demons
\nTrying to pull back from the fire
\nIt seemed the more she struggled
\nThe deeper she got mired<\/p>\n

Ginny Lee
\nWhy are you cryin
\nGinny Lee
\nWhy are you cryin<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a word on the wire
\nThe wind is blowing cold
\nThe news coming down
\nShook me to my soul
\nNot some distant memory
\nOf something done or said
\nThe voice said unmistakably that Ginny Lee was dead<\/p>\n

Ginny Lee
\nWhy are you cryin
\nGinny Lee Why are you cryin<\/p>\n

Bridge
\nShe greets the morning sun
\nShe wants the darkness gone
\nWeary of the fight
\nThere\u2019s no end in sight
\nBring the memories on
\nA time to laugh and run
\nStayed up to meet the dawn
\nLet the past be dead and gone
\nWhy can\u2019t the ghosts leave her alone?<\/p>\n

I hope she finds some peace
\nOn the other side
\nI can\u2019t seem to shake this sadness
\nOr the tears that I have cried
\nThe memory of her smile
\nGives some small remedy
\nEvery time I see an angel
\nI\u2019ll think of Ginny Lee<\/p>\n

Ginny Lee
\nWhy are you cryin
\nGinny Lee
\nWhy are you cryin <\/div><\/span><\/p>\n

THAT'S ME<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nCopyright 2009
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

When nobody\u2019s knockin at your front door, that\u2019s me
\nWhen your phone\u2019s not ringin anymore, that\u2019s me
\nWhen no-one arms are holding you tight
\nAnd you\u2019re all alone in the morning light
\nNo more passion and sweet goodnight
\nThat\u2019s me, baby, that\u2019s me<\/p>\n

When roses aren\u2019t delivered on no special day, that\u2019s me
\nWhen songs for you aren\u2019t written or played, that\u2019s me
\nNo one always letting you be right
\nNo more excuses you can\u2019t justify
\nNo one pretending that you didn\u2019t lie
\nThat\u2019s me<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not happy till your not happy
\nI\u2019m not fine, till you\u2019re not fine
\nPut me out of your misery darlin
\nAnd I won\u2019t show you a real good time<\/p>\n

When nights last forever and days drag on, that\u2019s me
\nWhen you start to wonder bout what went wrong, that\u2019s me
\nYou\u2019ve got a case of too little too late
\nThose 4 walls won\u2019t forgive your mistake
\nThe give is gone from give and take<\/p>\n

I wanted a lifeline, you threw me a noose
\nYou\u2019ve killed and cooked the golden goose
\nDon\u2019t wave the white flag there can be no truce
\nThat\u2019s me, oh baby that\u2019s me<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t come by sometime when I\u2019m not here
\nI hope I don\u2019t see you sometime baby
\nI\u2019m not fine till you\u2019re not fine<\/div>\n

A PRISON OF LIES<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nCopyright 2009<\/em><\/p>\n

We\u2019ve come this far baby
\nCan we take much more?
\nNo more I, me, mine
\nNo more keeping score<\/p>\n

The time has come, baby
\nTo ask ourselves why
\nNo more running from the truth
\nWe just stopped trying<\/p>\n

Here we are
\nWith nothing to say
\nThe high cost of love
\nWe\u2019ve refused to pay
\nWhen a flame burns bright
\nYou don\u2019t let it, fade away<\/p>\n

Hope dies hard
\nIn the arms of loneliness
\nFaith can\u2019t survive
\nIn a prison of emptiness
\nWe\u2019re locked up baby
\nReprieve denied
\nThere\u2019s no way out
\nNo airtight alibi
\nWe know that love, can\u2019t survive
\nIn a prison of lies<\/p>\n

We asked too much
\nThen we lost our way
\nThe passion couldn\u2019t know
\nThe price we\u2019d have to pay<\/p>\n

Pride fights hard
\nA fool\u2019s heart is blind
\nThere\u2019s no chance of surrender
\nWhen you\u2019re out of time<\/p>\n

Here we are
\nWith nothing to say
\nThe high cost of love
\nWe refused to pay
\nWhen a flame burns bright
\nYou don\u2019t let it, fade away<\/p>\n

Hope dies hard
\nIn the arms of loneliness
\nFaith can\u2019t survive
\nIn a prison of emptiness
\nWe\u2019re locked up baby
\nReprieve denied
\nThere\u2019s no way out
\nNo airtight alibi
\nWe know that love, can\u2019t survive
\nIn a prison of lies<\/div>\n

BROKEN AND BEAUTIFUL<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith, Nathaniel Stanley Gawlik, Leslie Welsh<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

One broken Mom and three broken lives
\nHer prescription cocktail, looking for a fight
\nA child\u2019s need for love puts him in harms way
\nWaiting for the abuse
\nPraying its different today
\nShe\u2019s set to go off like a sobbing bomb
\nThe child not a man is blown to kingdom come<\/p>\n

Broken and beautiful
\nIn every city and town
\nBroken and beautiful
\nThe power of one can make a difference now<\/p>\n

Sister wails at the man in the corner (if this house could talk)
\nHe kisses her and calls her a whore
\nOne pill and her conscious sleeps (blue skies fade to gray)
\nUntil lust and gin make her beg for more
\nNo love from mother or father
\nWhat is his name again?
\nSweet sleep come and free me
\nFrom this world of hunger and pain<\/p>\n

Broken and beautiful
\nIn every city and town
\nBroken and beautiful
\nWe can make a difference in a child\u2019s life now<\/p>\n

Will we spend Christmas in the shelter?
\nWill we be together as a family?
\nIs the person I see in the mirror?
\nThe person I have to be tomorrow?<\/p>\n

Oh, the holidays are here
\nThanksgiving for all but us out in the snow
\nPassing all the shiny houses
\nMama, is there someplace warm that we can go?<\/p>\n

Broken and beautiful
\nIn every city, in every town
\nBroken and beautiful
\nIt\u2019s time to make a difference in a child\u2019s life now
\nBroken and beautiful
\nTolerance is ignorance, despair wears no crown
\nBroken and beautiful<\/p>\n

No child should ever have to know
\nHow it feels to be
\nBroken<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"yoast_head":"\nHOPELESS TROUBADOUR LYRICS - Steven Elwyn Smith<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"HOPELESS TROUBADOUR LYRICS - Steven Elwyn Smith\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Steven Elwyn Smith\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:publisher\" content=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Steven-Elwyn-Smith-599409753575867\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2020-10-29T02:33:16+00:00\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"12 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/stevenelwynsmith.com\/?page_id=283\",\"name\":\"HOPELESS TROUBADOUR LYRICS - 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