I didn't hear you leave. I wonder how am I still here. And I don't want to move a thing. It might change my memory. . Oh I am what I am. I do what I want. But I can't hide. . And I won't go.
Yes I understand, that every life must end, uh-huh. As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, uh-huh Oh Im a lucky man to count on both hands the ones I love. Some folks just have one, yeah, other
Haven't got a worry haven't got a care I haven't got a thing to call my own. Though I'm out of money and I'm a millionaire. I still have my Home In San Antone when I greet my neighbor with a hi y'al
Well the road aint getting shorter. And I think the weed is getting stronger. And I'm trying not to speak to no one who don't care. I'm spinning around in a whirlpool of letters. That run in a cir