T.O.A.B.
It's a little bit funny, Lord, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but, boy, if I did
I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live
If, if I was a sculpture, Lord, honey, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
You gave a gift, Lord, and I'm gon' sing it for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind wh
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but, boy, if I did
I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live
If, if I was a sculpture, Lord, honey, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
You gave a gift, Lord, and I'm gon' sing it for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind wh
My Sisters Tiny Hands
falling snow spun above the road
winding through the dark woods
where my pick-up stalled
falling snow hissing through the air
painting my windows white
till the trees disappeared
even though I started to feel cold
and I was far from town
I just sat there in the dark