On the first part of the journey I was looking
I don’t want you to be high, I don’t want
Did you ever feel how it is, when you are
We walked through the park, me and my girl, The
Our lives those days were wonderful, we were young and
Never in a million years would I let you go,
In my dreams, so it seems, there is you, only
It's ten o'clock , early in the morning, Uhh my
Have you heard about the baby, born at the wrong
We’re gonna jump down turn aroundpick a bale of cotton,jump
My father – he told me, be careful son –
When I was a small boy, life seemed to be
I’m searching for a way to go – easy, right
Come let me hold you – don’t leave now, can’t
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