Catfish

She was walking down the street
Had nowhere to go
Everywhere she tried
Laughed and closed the door
So she, kept moving on
Had nothing left to lose
And kept wondering if she would ever sing any blues

What do you got to lose
What do you have to prove
What do you got to prove
Ain't nothing left to lose

She was born a catfish
But wanted to sing the blues
Kept swimming up the river
Trying to find some shoes
Cause, no shoes no service was the policy
And I'll tell you sweet young catfish
You'll make a man of me

What do you got to lose
What do you have to prove
What do you got to prove
Ain't nothing left to lose

What do you got to lose
What do you have to prove
What do you got to prove
Ain't nothing left to lose

What do you got to lose
What do you have to prove
What do you got to prove
When you're trying to sing the blues



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Saunders
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