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