SING FOR THE SONG
(Bob Gibson)
Harry Belafonte


Oh sometimes you sing for the money
Sometimes you sing for the show
Sometimes you sing for those dewy eyed darlings
It still makes them cry don't you know

One time you sang for the glory
But the glory didn't last very long
From the haze to the stage back to the days
When you used to sing for the song

Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies 
that haunted your soul

Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies 
that haunted your soul

Comes the time when you don't make much money
And you don't put on much of a show
And those dewy eyed darlings
Next week will be crying 
For somebody else don't you know
Now your tune is becoming your burden
Words are all twisted and wrong
And the song that you sell
Don't taste quite as well
As when you used to sing for the song

Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies 
that haunted your soul

Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies 
that haunted your soul