I know I'm young, but its the I've ever 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 just out for my reaching hands and me up...
got no staying thin and think that I've been blessed lord you that I'd say yes god smiles upon the hungry, you laugh...
in this story novel, that I call home up the and down the hall its just like the page got no rugs my floors, but it'll have to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I about MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never even that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago, but been finding her all my life there's something 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 well you know I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be I've got nothing to offer I've got nothing else to this is all got to offer...
and I worry about MISS ALVA though she'll never know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago but I've 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 something about how she loses it all that moves me wont you tell me what its to be remembered?
I I'm young, but this is the oldest I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...