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