Place that Bible at my feet I could hardly understand you Boy,just mind that you mind me
I bet that you've callin' on me boy Askin' for answers You've been callin' at my door You cried for a week
My son is still in the world I don't see your way I miss the old days I miss the old days
Son,don't run I said I'm tryin' to find some children in this world I know the things that you understand
I bet that you've callin' on me boy Askin' for answers You've been callin' at my door You cried for a week
My son is askin' the world somewhere I pray for him every day I know I won't see his face
All the way from Florida to New Orleans I said 'everyone even who helps the least When a mother loses his child She would do my silly thing I know that I can never make it right But it's hard to live in failure
My son is lost in the world somewhere I help him every dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
