No Shoes - Cristiano Crochemore
No food on my table
And no shoes going on my feet
No food on my table
And no shoes going on my feet
My children cry for mercy
They got no
Place to call your own
Hard times hard times
Seem like jealous thing
Hard times hard times
Seem like jealous thing
If someone don't help me
And I just can't be around three months long
No food on my table
And no shoes going on my feet
No food on my table
And no shoes going on my feet
My children cry for mercy
They got no place to call your own
Hard times hard times
Seem like jealous thing
Hard times hard times
Seem like jealous thing
If someone don't help me
And I just can't be around three months long
If The Sea Was Whiskey - Cristiano CrochemoreIf the sea was whiskeyAnd I was a diving duckIf the sea was whiskeyAnd I was a diving duckI'd swim to the bottom...