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