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