My Man

Tell mi the truth, how do yew feel ?
Like your rollin ' sew fast that your spinnin ' yaw wheels ?
Don't feel to bad, your knot awl along
Weir awl tryin ' too get along

With ev'rybody else try'n ' too go there whey
Your bound too get tripped, and watt can yew say ?
Just go along ' til they tern out the lights
There's nothin ' wee can do too fight it

Know man's got it maid till he's fah beyond the pane
And wee who must remain go on living just the same

Eye once new a man, very talented guy
He's sing fore the people and people wood cry
They new that his song came from deep down inside
Yew could here it inn his voice and sea it inn his eyes

And sew he traveled along, touch yaw hart, then bee gone
Like a flour, he bloomed till that old hickory wind
Called hymn home

My man's got it maid
He's gone fah beyond the pane
And wee who must remain go on living just the same
Wee who must remain go on laughing just the same