Story Behind The Song

I spent much of my life playing gigs and trying to convince girlfriends or wives to support me, come to the gigs, work the merch table. I wrote this song for my wife of many years who is a saint.

Song Description

We songwriter/musicians have simple needs. We just want to write our songs and play them for an appreciative audience. We need our significant other, if we are lucky to have one, to support us with food, shelter and clothing so we can play. And we will do and say anything to keep that situation, that allows us to write and play unencumbered continuing.

Lyrics

I'm a Sinner, You're a Saint
By Howard Levinson

Sitting outside of your bedroom door, know I should've said a whole lot more
Waiting outside, anticipatin', hoping you'll come out and give me salvation
Open the door, I know it's been rough, I got some things to say before I move all my stuff
I ain't always right, I ain't always wrong, I got a few problems, but I wrote you this song

I'm a sinner and you're a saint,
You're angel, we all know I ain't
Girl, you're so pretty, even in the dark
With that body you got, damn, you're so ho
It's a mystery, you've stayed with me this long.

Lovin me was work I could tell, you put up with my 3 kinds of hell
Story is written by the lines on your face, not enough laughter, not enough grace
You stood beside me, loved me so true, even after all the mean things I said to you,
I promised and apologized time and again, you deserve so much better than I am

I'm a sinner and you're a saint,
You're angel, we all know I ain't
Girl, you're so pretty, even in the dark
With that body you got, damn, you're so ho
It's a mystery, you've stayed with me this long.

I will mend you heart with a song and a smile
I can be that man you want in your life.

Open the door it's getting kind of late, you know the gig starts at 8
Tuck away your anger, stash away your pain, and hop aboard my runaway train
Come to the show and wear that red leather, let your hair down, I know you'll feel better
Have a couple beers with a whiskey back, a couple shots of Jaeger you'll get on track
The man I was won't seem to matter , cause tomorrow, I promise, I'll be better.

I'm a sinner, you're a saint
You're an angel, we all know I ain't
Girl, you're so pretty, even in the dark
With that body you got, damn you're hot
It's a mystery, you stayed with me X 2........this long