“For fifty years I sweat my dues, / wept salt liquor from the blues. / This story I tell wherever I go.”
I never had the chance to stay in school.
My daddy said “work,” and his word was rule.
This story I tell wherever I go.
“For fifty years I sweat my dues, / wept salt liquor from the blues. / This story I tell wherever I go.”
I never had the chance to stay in school.
My daddy said “work,” and his word was rule.
This story I tell wherever I go.