TOMB
Its lonesome and its true
Far from my girl and I am feeling Blue
Leading a life that seems so new
I love to be on my way home but the chances are few
Looking for happiness and peace
That will keep my mind at ease
Many a girl I did tease
That looked like good cheese.
No cousin no one not even friends
Living a life that is taking me to my end
No one around from where help could be sent
When on my death bed I doubt if any one would attend.
The streets I do comb
Every nook and corner I roam
Myself looking like a worm
Someday I’ll be under a tomb.
