I I'm young, but its the oldest I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see these again so don't me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup just reach out for my reaching and me up...
got no trouble staying and might think that been blessed lord you know 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 like turning the got no rugs upon my floors, but have to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I worry MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know that I well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've finding her all my life something about the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she loves that me...
this stale cigarette smoke, clings to my shirt, my and my hands you know I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be back I've got else to offer I've got nothing to offer this is all got to offer...
and I worry about ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know that I well we lost her 15 years ago but I've finding her all my life there's something the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she that moves me there's about how she loses it all that moves me wont you tell me what its to be remembered?
I know I'm young, but this is the I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll see these years again...