I have had my fun, if I never get well no more
My health is fading on, I’m going down slow.
Please write my mother, tell her the shape I’m in
Tell her to pray for me, forgive me for my sins.
I keep crying for my father, he never meant to do no harm
He was just getting by, relying on his charms
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021