Louis Armstrong West End Blues Lyrics Novels & Stories

Take you by your hand And tell you that you're good enough And tell you that it's gonna be tough This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home Running from the streetlights Shining on her grave Once you had the good stuff Never gonna fill you up I wanna be the one who Gives them my world And gives them all the feeling of it Just a little taste of it This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home I'll forever roam No, I ain't got a home I'll forever roam 'Cause I ain't got a home I'll forever roam No, I ain't got a home I'll forever roam I ain't got a home

🎵🎵 West kept humming as she listened to the song as it filled the car, she rolled down the window and the cold evening air rushed into the car. Getting to her favorite part, West Sang out in a loud tone "You did not break me.....I'm still fighting for peace. I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard I may snap and I move fast But you won't see me fall apart...." Lincoln crutched his face with his brows joined in a frown "Please the ears hurt " West clapped along as she sang in a horrible voice, her voice high-pitched as she sang along with the song from the music box in the car.

He had changed clothes into something more comfortable as well and looked relaxed; his white tee shirt and obvious bulge through his grey sweatpants made him look clean and pure; he still smelled good, refreshed even. “First off, this is not just Ron Isley, it’s the Isley Brothers on this particular song which secondly, lets me know you don’t know jack about that good old, old school love making, good feeling, good times, groove music. This is what my mama would call a dusty!” “I can’t know as much as you especially with your old ass choice of words, talking about grooving and not knowing jack. Is that Edily in there talking or her mom?”

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”