In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Oh, sweet daddy please come home Weary blues from waitin' Lord, I've been waitin' so long These blues have got me cryin' The snow falls 'round my window But it can't chill my heart Lord knows it died the day you left My dream world fell apart No, sweet

And this bird you can not change But, if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be

It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh

I went through the fire Flames made me pure Fears were fishing for a confession I ain't bite the lord Took a tour of the country In a federal van The light overcame the darkness In the devilish land Knowing that the change must come but Sam Cook seems

I am your overlord Everything above and below The exodus of your will and All that you'll ever know Kings of this world The servants shall serve Slaves never free Kings of this world all that's to be All that you hear and all that you see

John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat Joe is awful strong, bet your life he's

I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more (Lord, save the world) I just pour 'til I can't pour no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go

I know a little 'bout it I know a little I know little a 'bout love Baby I'll guess the rest Say I know a little Lord, I know a little 'bout it Well the bigger the city, well the brighter the lights Bigger the dog, well the harder the bite