Lyrics Tributo À Booker Pittman - Tim Maia

I always knew, man
Your soul was blue and green
A space between, to be or not
And you saw what flowers can bring
Oh, I feel that you're gone
But your horn stayed
We've got you always dawg, I know
And forget how much you blew your horn
I hope in heaven you can play and hear
What we are trying to do
Because you're a blessing

Oh, I feel that you're gone
But your horn stayed
We've got you always dawg, I know
And forget how much you blew your horn
I hope in heaven you can play and hear
What we are trying to do
Because you're a blessing