I aint got nothin
The well she’s gone dry.
Its all over but the crying.
No more asking why.
I aint got nothin.
I’m swinging from a rope.
It might be exaggeration.
All this faith, still I cope.

I aint got nothin
The well she’s gone dry.
Its all over but the crying.
No more asking why.
I aint got nothin.
I’m swinging from a rope.
It might be exaggeration.
All this faith, still I cope.