New mournin in the city.
New mournin in the town!
Time to thank the lord I'm still around!
Made it through the night,
slept real good! slept real tight!
Woke up this mournin, must have done something right!
Ideas floatin all through my mind,
some God given, some contrived.
Gonna change my way of thinkin, gonna be kind!
Nothin to worry about, nowhere to go
today i'm gonna watch the river flow
Watch the people come, watch them go!
Nothin better than the way I feel!
Nothin can get in my way, the lord gave me this day!
Nothin to do, hell, I might even talk to you
Don't think i'm crazy, don't think I've nothin to do
Just cause i'm talking to myself.
Just somethin I do, to avoid talking to you!
I've got tomorrow, but i'll never have you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem