Last Minute Blues کے بول

Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days It seems like my daddy won't stop his evil ways Seems like every minute's going to be my last Seems like every minute's going to be my last If I can't tell my future I won't tell my past The brook runs into the river, river runs into the sea The brook runs into the river, river runs into the sea If I don't run into my daddy, somebody ought to bury me If anybody asks you who wrote this lonesome song If anybody asks you who wrote this lonesome song Tell 'em you don't know the writer, but Ma Rainey put it on