I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see years again so don't me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup reach out for my reaching hands 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 home up the stairs and down the 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 about MISS ALVA MARIA she'll never even know 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...
this stale cigarette smoke, clings to my shirt, my and my hands well you know I ain't making jack, but you know I'll be back I've got nothing to offer I've got else to offer is all I've got to offer...
and I worry about MISS MARIA though she'll even know 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 something about the way she loves that moves me there's something about how she loses it all moves me you tell me what 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...