Tom Foster - Singing for my Supper

Hey
Wadd'ya think the possibilities are
That you could see your way clear
To consider the chance and maybe
Be kind enough to understand
Then I could you could
I mean
I got money comin’ this week
From my mother
Government
Church
Old Aunt what’s her name
And all I need’s a little bread
Baloney
Cheese
Juice
Some fruit and veggies
Dog food and
Oh yea
How much are those
Foreign beers

Tom Foster

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