Woorden:
Solomon Burke Make Do With What You Got

makes no difference who I meet They are just faces in the crowd on a dead-end street It makes no difference where I turn I can't get over you and the

my train Well, and I'm wonderin' if you are my woman And am I your man, I wanna be your man Well, I've been travelin', I'm a soul searcher So you know

his heavenly home on high To your earthly wealth Some how, no matter what you think You must say goodbye Then it?s useless to you If you?ve strayed