LYRICS:
here's that Willie Brown Song, you see.
can't tell my future, boy lord
can't tell my past
seem like every minute going,
gone be my last
can't tell my future,
lord i can't tell my past
seem like every minute now
sure going to be my last
minutes seems like hours
and hours seems like days
i wish my woman quite her lowdown ways
lord minutes seems like hours
hours seems like days
i wish my woman lord, quite her lowdown ways
well you see that picture lord
your mama's shelf
know about that i'm tired of sleeping all by myself
lord see that picture upon your mama's shelf
know about that i'm tired of sleeping by myself
i had a notion yeah i belive i will
i'll build me a mansion upon the keno hill
lord i had a notion, my man i belive i will
build me a mansion Lord upon keyta hill
can't tell my future now
can't tell my past
feel like every minute going to be my last
lord i can't my future boys
yeah and i can't tell my past
feel like every minute now sure going to be my last
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Geoff Caldwell is the Professor of the blues.
TW
He really is, and I hope to post more of his stuff soon. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment.
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