Testo I Don't Owe You Nothing Anymore Tom Flannery
Now that you're standing there making eyes at metell me just what it is that you think you see
I don't recall meeting my maker from above
I don't remember you entering the door of those I love
so let me tell you something
I don't owe you nothing anymore
mold me from a piece of clay but wash your hands real good
or things'll start growing on you from the dirt where I once stood
head down to the river to wash my sins it won't stop to let me see
exactly what it's cleansing and what it leaves on me
so let me tell you something
I don't owe you nothing anymore
hear that factory whisle blast
I see the boys filing past
I share glad tidings with my kids
but can't stop thinking 'bout his
I appear in my own dreams could never get past the crowd
who audition for everyone else's and sing and dance real loud
you go you're way I'll go mine I'm searching for things unfound
buried in the hearts of those who rest peaceful in the ground
so let me tell you something
I don't owe you nothing anymore
repeat verse 2
so let me tell you something
I don't owe you nothing anymore