Two Years of Torture - Ray Charles

I met my old lover

On the street last night

She seemed so glad to see me

I just smiled

And we talked about some old times

And we drank ourselves some beers

Still crazy afler all these years

Still crazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man

Who tends to socialize

I seem to lean on

Old familiar ways

And I aint no fool for love songs

That whisper in my ears

Still crazy after all these years

Still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning

Crapped out

Yawning

Longing my life away

I'll never worry

Why should l?

Its all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window

And I watch the cars

I fear I'll do some damage

One fine day

But I would not be convicted

By a jury of my peers

Still crazy

Still crazy

Still crazy after all these years