Once I Was Seven Years Old My Mama Told Mego Make Yourself Some Friends or You

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Once I was seven years old my mama told meGo make yourself some friends or you'll be

lonelyOnce I was seven years old


It was a big big world, but we thought we were biggerPushing each other to the limits, we were
learning quickerBy eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquorNever rich so we were out to
make that steady figure
Once I was eleven years old my daddy told meGo get yourself a wife or you'll be lonelyOnce I was
eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before meSo I started writing songs, I started writing
storiesSomething about that glory, just always seemed to bore meCause only those I really love will
ever really know me
Once I was 20 years old, my story got toldBefore the morning sun, when life was lonelyOnce I was
20 years old
I only see my goals, I don't believe in failureCause I know the smallest voices, they can make it
majorI got my boys with me at least those in favorAnd if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see
you later
Once I was 20 years old, my story got toldI was writing about everything, I saw before meOnce I was
20 years old
Soon we'll be 30 years old, our songs have been soldWe've traveled around the world and we're still
roamingSoon we'll be 30 years old
I'm still learning about lifeMy woman brought children for meSo I can sing them all my songsAnd I
can tell them storiesMost of my boys are with meSome are still out seeking gloryAnd some I had to
leave behindMy brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61Remember life and then your life becomes a better oneI
made a man so happy when I wrote a letter onceI hope my children come and visit, once or twice a
month
Soon I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of children who can warm
meSoon I'll be 60 years oldSoon I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of
children who can warm meSoon I'll be 60 years old
Once I was seven years old, my mama told meGo make yourself some friends or you'll be
lonelyOnce I was seven years old
Once I was seven years old

Wonder If I Gave An Oreo (Would You Sing With Me?) We could


share some sweet melodies And sing in harmony Let's forget our
area codes The way we speak Or how we wear our clothes It
doesn't matter to me Just like a song Music knows no
boundaries No colouring books or family trees So won't you sing
along
Wonder If I Gave An Oreo Would You Sing With Me No broken
promises Countless ways that never end or fun So take one Let's
forget our area codes The way we speak How we wear our
clothes It doesn't matter to me Just like a song Music knows no
boundaries No colouring books or family trees So won't you sing
along Oh Pink or green Doesn't matter what your scene is Sing
along Oh Like a smile So much wonder in between So sing
along Oh oh ooo yea Wonder if I gave an Oreo would you
sing with me? We could share Or write our stories Filled with
future dreams Oh oh oh Wonder if I gave an Oreo Would
you sing with me Oh. ohoh.

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