I ought to leave. Enough hot water. For your morning bath. That I'd not thought I. . Hate to hear you talk that way. But I can't bring myself to say I'm sorry.
I will cross this body of water. If you promise you won't try this at home. . You're where you want to be. Where am I'm up a tree. I had a hurt attack.
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field.
The birds are singing in your eyes today. Sweet flowers blossom in your smile. The wind and sun are in the words you say. Where might your lonesome lover be?.
I have a letter from her. When she worked for the "woman's realm". And all the things she promised me. She promised herself as well. . She said, "I want my freedom".