Tekster:
None More Black Who Crosses State Lines Without A Shirt

I never tried. No notes in my book, 'Cause it's all a memory. My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me. I'm sinking on a soul I couldn'

I never tried. No notes in my book, 'Cause it's all a memory. My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me. I'm sinking on a soul I couldn'