Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my saints Don't wanna hear you fussing If it is or if it ain't My life needs no witness And my burden is my own You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn then you didn't read Gotta live with it

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Don't care how long it takes I'm going all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Like a shock to the heart I've got news for you But I'm nobody's fool I ain't nobody's fool I know you think I'm no match for you baby You like being rough on me don't

Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Aw naw, somebody just bought a Aw naw, it would be so wrong Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave I just had that one drink And we've all gotta be up early Boys, we oughta shut her down Just take it to the house Before anybody starts getting crazy So I started

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your