Tributo à Booker Pittman

Tim Maia

I always knew, man
Your soul was blue in green
A space between to be or not
And you saw
What flowers can bring
I feel that you're gone
But your horn
Stay we've got you always dawg, I know
And forget how much you blew your horn
I hope in heaven
You can play and hear
What we are trying to do
Because you're blessing

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