I know I'm young, but its the I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see years again so don't me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup just out for my reaching hands and me up...
got no trouble thin and might think I've been blessed you know that I'd say yes god upon the hungry, while you laugh...
in this second story novel, that I home up the stairs and down the its like turning the page got no upon my floors, but it'll have to do for now but I'm only older...
and I worry about MISS ALVA she'll never even know that I exist well we lost her 15 ago, but I've been finding her all my life something about the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she loves moves me...
this stale cigarette smoke, still to my shirt, my and my hands well you know I ain't making jack, but you know I'll be back got nothing else to offer I've got nothing to offer this is all got to offer...
and I worry about MISS MARIA she'll never even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago but I've finding her all my life there's something about the way she that moves me there's about the way she loves that moves me there's something about how she loses it all that me you tell me what its like to be remembered?
I know I'm young, but is the oldest I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...