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 don't make me ask again, and hold out old tin cup just reach out for my hands and me up...
got no trouble thin and might think that I've blessed lord you know I'd say yes god upon the hungry, while you laugh...
in this second story novel, that I call up the stairs and the hall its just like the page got no rugs upon my floors, but have to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I worry about MISS ALVA though she'll never know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago, but been finding 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 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 else to offer is all I've got to offer...
and I about MISS ALVA MARIA though never even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago but I've been her all my life there's something 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 ever I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll see these years again...