I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years 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 that I've been blessed lord you know I'd say yes god smiles the hungry, while you laugh...
in this second story novel, that I home up the stairs and down the its just like turning the got no rugs upon my floors, but it'll to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I about MISS ALVA MARIA she'll never even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been finding her all my something about the way she looks that moves me there's something the way she loves that moves 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 MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know that I well we lost her 15 years ago but been finding her all my life something about the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she that moves me something about 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 oldest I've ever I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...