I've got the Soul of a Writer
The heart of a Poet 
And the skin of a rhino
I've been told
I've brushed horns with the devil
And you might not know it
Unless you listen to the words of my song

I get paid to write down
What you night choose to forget
I relive it every time a fiddle whines
A steel guitar needs a story to cry on
And tonight that story is mine

So Lord if you're listening
The soul of this writer
I'll take all of the forgiveness
You can afford
For they know not where I've been 
With my notepad and my pen
Cause only Hell Hank and you know for sure

I get paid to write down
What you night choose to forget
I relive it every time a fiddle whines
A steel guitar needs a story to cry on
And tonight that story is mine

So the next time a song 
Grabs you in the heart
Remember Each word was paid for in tears
Cause some got passed on
And some just passed away
And some will live forever in their songs

God Bless the Soul of this Writer