Simple Song ©1997 Richard March Weekday night in a small room and we’re packing up our drums and our guitars She hands me 20 dollars, says “I like you, but it’s all about the draw.” This town is a bar town, play it loud, simple n’ not too slow Want somebody listenin’ to your songs Better take it on the road Hey people, I’ve seen you; dreamers and believers in song We both tired of losing, finally sobered up and came out strong The straight line’s a hard time; 'less you find some friends to help you ’long My only desire, offer up the best that I can give And sing it in a simple song Phone call from a friend and he said what’s it gonna prove to change your name That’ll all come later boy, but first you better win the hometown game When they call you to the table son, you better have some aces in your hand Asking favors from a stranger kid, “you’re diggin’ your own grave, you understand” Friend who made the phone call moved back east, now he plays the finer clubs We just kept on calling, kept on booking ‘til a station picked us up Slowly more than friends we’re coming out, to dance and sing along Guess they all were waiting while I learned To sing it in a simple song.