The other day I caught myself complaining. How my boss has got me working overtime. Then the stranger who was sitting there beside me. Said, I spent all day in the unemployment line.
You can run to me. You can laugh at me. Or you can walk right out that door. But I can't be your friend anymore. . This might come as quite a shock. But I've given it a lot of thought.
Misty sunrise in my hometown. Rows of cotton bout knee high. Mrs. Baker down the dirt road. Still got clothes out on the line. Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee.