Parker

If I warm my toes, around your fire, you can't then deny, a bet you'll surely lose, so many have tried, mistake me for a fool, don't chance to blow, down telephone lines, who you think will glow, can you sing the blues, make a gee tar twine, work the other tools , never more than know, if you play it right, you'll need more vows, I come from smoky virtue, down a mountain line, show me how yuur truth, settles with my wine.