Do a song of an old musician wonder who he's gonna be and I do it with my own permision because the man is me
I'm 62 and my voice is older still I try to play guitar I'm been placed in a music folder the once how did'nt get far
I dont mind today everything has gone away one happy day but I missed you I'm glad I did'nt stay I dont mind at all that you allways made me small one happy day when I left you And now I'm feel so fine
Do a song with the same precision wonder how it's gonna sound no care if an old musician crawling on the ground
simple thoughts when I was young boy And I had it going on my guitar was my only good toy now my thoughts are gone
Make a move getting your attention Don't know if I have a shoot Im 62 never learned my lesson I will burn in hell and rot
Have a drink I can pay for this one sudden I can see you crack a smile You have never paid for your fun do you wanna f*ck it's been a while
thank you talk: Mom dad sister brother a litle bird called pipi