too old to cry Alone instead But I'm too old to cry ohhh Step back If I decide to runaway Will I ever know if I should have stayed Is it too late to
night, to do what is right To live under bright blue, blue sky Don't you know that it's not too late The time's not past Don't you know it's not too
than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you But your momma thought there was something wrong Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too
wanna cry when I'm still living? Word got out and the rumors started spreading My momma, called one night Said, "Todd, are you all right? The whole family's got the Too Short blues
dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna" but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the
me is better days Hurt so many times before I used to cry but no more Just let it go and life can feel So good Stop lyin' the blues Can't let that
it ain't good news You've got an awful bad case of them low down blues I've got the mean old miseries in my soul I went to the river but the water's too
it The way you do your thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma" Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on
changing from a dusty green to gold The summer fair she has grown old The summer fair she has grown old And away in the blue of the skies and over
work is now beating up mom Mom is scared, she doesn't know what to do Her beautiful skin is now black and blue She used to cry, now she's back in the
Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity You're too young to live
they say, did you read the news? Said, the old man's coming home a singing the blues Gonna whack your fanny, gonna tan your hide Make your ears turn red and make you gonna cry
in this world alone You must lay some flowers on my grave My father was a roll sport and a gambler too And he loved makin' and just singin' the blues
Purple clover, queen Anne Lace Crimson hair across your face You could make me cry if you don't know Can't remember what I was thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too
queen Anne Lace Crimson hair across your face You could make me cry if you don't know Can't remember what I'm thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too
ends we're told Poncho needs your prayers, it's true Save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old All the Federales
my piece Or piss off her peeps And talk it out with the boys in blue 'Cause when it comes down to it She was just seventeen years old And I was dead
sunglasses mhm to cry behind Sunglasses mhm to die behind Dear while I lie and cry and sigh and hurt and watch you while you flirt With your somebody new makin' me blue