A Monday Date-Louis Armstrong

You should have been a rambler, a counterfeit gambler Would you steal the sunflowers for me? I see you've been fighting with Molotov writing They tried to drag you under, I see Did they try to tell you you're strange? Did they try to push you away? Hold on Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Till you found of the sight what you see Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Something hot in a cold country Hold on to your spirits You're a pain, not a poet You're special and they know it They can see They throw a net that pins you to the ground Don't let their blindness bring you down Be stubborn and enjoy it like me Did they try to tell you you're strange? Did they try to push you away? Hold on Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Till you found out the fire that you see Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Something hot in a cold country I won't see you falling Hold on, hold on Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Till you found out the sight that you see Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Something hot in a cold country I won't see you falling Hold on