: Woke up early this morning As I looked around My world be crumblin' down What I saw I couldn't believe Who are you? What might I be? Oh, the things
: If the end be a comin' I soon be a bummin' All you Jesus freaks I hope you're wrong I've got so much left to live for All these religions without God
: The morning mist is burning slow Blood on sons and brothers gonna flow Tomorrow will I live, I just don't know Morning comes we march again Into the
: Take, take a little time Son you can run But there ain't nowhere you gonna hide Now you done takin' all I done had Paybacks be a comin' So ya best
: Talkin' down the line I nearly lost my mind Nearly lost you babe Think about you child Through my sick and twisted smile I nearly lost you babe Shakin
: Hey Papa, wanna thank you so For who you is and what you be and all that ya do You, yeh, you, you always taught me right from wrong I ain't got much
: I'm kinda sick Mama Kinda down Truck of trouble child Be what I found And as I turn To get away Another spoken problem done Got something to say Lord
: I keep on runnin' baby I keep on runnin' But I just can't hide No, I just can't hide I keep on hurtin' baby I keep on hurtin' so deep inside So deep
: Hey, hey, won't you get yourself out my way Yeh, yeh, I'm living life like it's my last day It's got me comin' It's got me going Which way I just don
: Should I feel lost Or should I feel found What should it be? Up or down Won't you please help me... Searching high I'm searching low Where might it
: I got the call Monday mornin' Sometime around 9 A.M. I felt down and out, left for dead, Lost without a friend Now how you live with yourself Well
: Tell me what a young man Mama What's he got to live for Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war Searchin' for some trouble Which I'm sure he will find
: Yeah! Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, the wizard walks by Casting his shadow, oh, weaving his spell Funny clothes, lord, a tinkling
: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3... I went on down, down to the river Went on down to see what I could find Didn't see much, whole lotta nothin' Except for a school
: Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly, babe He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller He got hair, mama, down to his knees Got to be a
: Time; take some time If you wouldn't mind Just a minute or two Cus time done weighin' on my mind Blinded my eyes Not knowin' what to do Alone I've
: Take your time, time Take your time Take it Mama Take your sweet time Take your time Take it baby Gonna get to you Don't even try Ain't getting' by
: Oh yeah! Oh, in my time of dying, oh, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Take it home... Well, well, well, so I can
