I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've ever I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see these years so don't make me ask again, and out this old tin cup just reach out for my hands and me up...
got no trouble thin and might that I've been blessed you know that I'd say yes god smiles upon the hungry, you laugh...
in this second story novel, that I call up the stairs and the hall its just turning the page got no rugs upon my floors, but it'll to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I worry MISS ALVA MARIA though never even know that I exist we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been finding her all my life there's something about the way she looks that me there's something about the way she loves that me...
this stale cigarette smoke, still to my shirt, my and my hands well you know I ain't making jack, but you that I'll be back I've got else to offer I've got else to offer this is all got to offer...
and I worry about ALVA MARIA though she'll never even that I exist well we her 15 years ago but I've been finding her all my life there's something the way she looks that moves me there's something the way she loves that moves me there's something how she loses it all that moves me wont you me what its like to be remembered?
I know I'm young, but this is the I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...