Back in 1959, found myself bummin’ 'round Minnesota way, playing guitar and singing songs to earn my next meal. Truth was, I could barely read or write then.
I remember running into this nasally-voiced little guy with curly hair who sang folk songs. We swapped a few things; I gave him one of mine about stuff blowin’ in the wind, he gave me one called ‘We Shall Overcome’. Turned out that wasn’t even his. I think he used mine, though.
Later, someone else took a kinda pop-song of mine called “She Loves You”. Never found out what happened to that.
I remember running into this nasally-voiced little guy with curly hair who sang folk songs. We swapped a few things; I gave him one of mine about stuff blowin’ in the wind, he gave me one called ‘We Shall Overcome’. Turned out that wasn’t even his. I think he used mine, though.
Later, someone else took a kinda pop-song of mine called “She Loves You”. Never found out what happened to that.
