I said hey, Sister Moonshine I said hey, Sister Moonshine, Who's a stranger to everyone. So, -MAKE US ALL LAUGH- -MAKE US ALL GIVE- Make us all cry, Ooo when I was a small boy, Well, I could see the magic in a day, But, now I'm just a poor boy,

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was seventeen years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was twenty one years of age Well, now rules are

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline I've been looking for a lifeline For what seems like a lifetime Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing

How can a poor boy get this message to you? Had my congregation, had my flock When I was a shepherd of men Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold Chased the rainbows end How can a poor boy deliver this message to you? How can a poor boy? You don't

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

It ain't but two things That I really understand Yeah when I was in the country I only had two friends Yeah that was a whistlin' woman You know boys and a crowing hen Well you know that is a lyin' woman You know boys and a jealous hearted man Yeah I'm so