I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll see these years again 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 staying and might think that I've been lord you that I'd say yes god upon the hungry, while you laugh...
in this story novel, that I call home up the stairs and down the its just 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 though she'll even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been her all my life there's something the way she looks that moves me something about the way she loves that moves me...
this cigarette smoke, still clings to my shirt, my hair and my well you know I making jack, but you know that I'll be back I've got else to offer I've got nothing else to this is all got to offer...
and I worry MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know that I we lost 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 about the way she loves that moves me something about how she loses it all that moves me wont you tell me what its like to be
I know I'm young, but this is the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...