i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
he said "little girl you better
start livin'"
pretty soon you
gonna be dead..."
he said
"you better pick up a guitar little girl
the blues ain't gonna sing 'demselves"
he said
"you better pick up that guitar little girl,
the blues ain't gonna sing 'demselves"
he said, "don't be like all 'dem other china dolls
just sittin' 'dere on 'dey shelves..."
there's a rumblin' in my stomach now
there's an ache inside my bone--
Oh, hear me,
there's a rumblin' in my stomach, Lord
there's an achin' inside my bone--
I gotta be who I am now
if you don't like it
go'on and leave me alone.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
i once met a man,
his voice lived inside my head.
he said "little girl you better
start livin'"
pretty soon you
gonna be dead..."
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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