I still believe I might get left here. I Might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding concrete. Wait and see. We'll wait and see. Or, rather, I will. Only me.
make me think about the man mentioned in 'st paul missionary baptist church blues':
And just the other day I swear I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete, sweeping up and patching cracks,
I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth from off those windows.
these lines:
I still believe I might get left here. I Might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding concrete. Wait and see. We'll wait and see. Or, rather, I will. Only me.
make me think about the man mentioned in 'st paul missionary baptist church blues':
And just the other day I swear I saw a man there Pulling weeds out of the concrete, sweeping up and patching cracks, I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth from off those windows.
but what an amazing song.