SongwriterLink is a publishing house for original lyricists. Publish your work beautifully, protect your authorship, and be found by the singers your lyrics have been waiting for.
Previously a collaboration platform, SongwriterLink is now reimagined as a publishing home for lyricists. Learn more →
Draft, tag, and shape your lyrics in one place — then publish when they’re ready for an audience.
There’s a Wall-greens on every corner,
A new dispensary every other day,
Stores for miles, both sides of the streets,
Such is life, just West of Tampa Bay.
if you had a dollar for each of our dollar stores,
You could play lotto at every 7-Eleven,
But if you take Route 60 either east or west,
You can’t help but ending up in heaven.
Though It’s not all pools and beaches,
And might not be all that they say,
It sure beats the hell out of the icy north,
And once you get down here, you know yer gonna stay.
Just gotta flip a coin and ask yourself,
Do I wanna shovel snow or run for cover,
Because the white gets deeper every year,
But the hurricanes are a mutha!
“I sing about bud lite and pick up trucks,
And girls in Daisy Dukes,
Losing my woman to another man,
And all my bar fights in the juukes.”
“Hey little lady with the light brown hair
What cha doin’ over there?
You’re dancin’ by yourself, you know that that ain’t right
So come on honey, Dance with me tonight”
“Come on!
What the hell was it that you needed?
What was it that I coulda missed?
I thought I covered all my bases”
“The gypsy woman told my mama
I’m not feeling so good ‘bout this one
I know you were hoping for a baby girl
But what you gave us is the devils son.”
“You know I’d rather go fishin’ than pretty much any thing.
(except maybe that one thing)
I can’t think of anything that could be more fun,
Especially,”
“Yeah, There was Jimmy,
And Then Janis,
And Of course the great Robert Johnson.
Gone were Pigpen,”
“Holy bruised between red and blue
Rivers of purple naked skin rain down
Yet, my broken spirit is unbreakable
This cup is unmendable even by you”
“I spend my time makin' money
And that money payin' bills
Just to wind up too damn tired
From the same ol' shit, I feel.”
“I'm nothing in my mind.
It happens all the time.
Happens more and more.
Nothing worth fighting for.”
“This never ending cycle
Repeating thoughts again
I cannot find the words to
Get them outside my head”
“It is unshakable and not moved but solid. Knowing that you will be able to stand...”
“I believe that God can help you win. God is my shelter from the storm. Take your...”
The Vault is your private workspace, included with every membership. Store drafts, capture ideas, organise your work into folders, and track how your lyrics evolve over time. It’s where your words live before they’re ready for the world — or whether they ever are.
Learn more about The Vault →Create an account and pay the annual membership fee of $30. No audition. No waiting list.
Submit any original lyric and it will be beautifully typeset, dated, and given its own permanent page.
Browse the full catalogue, message other members, and build a portfolio that represents your work properly.
Every lyric in the catalogue is original, verified, and available to be found. If you're a singer or recording artist searching for material, SongwriterLink is where the writing lives — properly presented, properly attributed, and ready for you.
And if you're a lyricist wondering whether publishing here could lead to a collaboration — this is how it starts. Every singer who browses is a potential voice for your words. For active co-writer matching, verse-chorus.com is worth exploring alongside us.
Read more about who it’s for →“Your Elton might already be out there searching.”
