Türler : Jazz and Blues
I find my way into the same old jam.
*Good Times, Bad Times,
You know I had my share;
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don't seem to care.
Sixteen: I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be,
Only took a couple of days
Till she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me till the end,
But when I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend, oooh.