Aint It Funny
I'm writin' ...
Just to see how you're doin'.
I'm writin' ...
Just to see if you're okay.
It's been such, a long time,
Since I
Last spoke with you,
Ain't it funny
How time, just slips away.
And the kids,
How are they doin'
With their schoolin'.
And little Luke,
Gosh, he now
must be three.
Don't forget, to tell them
That I'll be back one day.
Gee, Ain't it funny
How time, just slips away.
Hun, I miss you,
And havin'
Your arms about me.
Two years,
In this prison's been way to long.
All for
A crime I did not commit,
And I have to pay.
Gee, Ain't it funny
How time, slips away.
Well I guess,
That I'd better close now.
Tho I have so much more
I want to say
Only six more months
And then I'll be home to stay
And together,
We'll let time,
Just slip away.
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