O is for oxygen


I find it hard to breathe (I tell you)
I find it hard to breathe
I find it hard to breathe (Lord lord)
why is it so hard to breathe

The words come heavy
My words come hard say say
My words come heavy
with what little breath I breathe

I find it hard to tell you
don’tcha look at me
I’m sucking I tell you
I find it hard to breathe

My wife and my children
My brother and my sister
You are the finest family
you love me you true me

my friends, my family
I should listen to you
you all bring me  oxygen
one more time, singing

a-singing our sweet oxygen
oxygen blues singing we all sing
we all sing the sweet oxygen blues.

spoken: What do you mean nothing rhymes with oranges?
Hah! There you go.    








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