I just need a little mercy, mercy on me I drank your holy water, your liberty, your make-believe I could use a little mercy, oh mercy on me I sing your lullabies, your melodies like a symphony I keep burning You keep turning me down Followed your name,

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Because I have loved so deeply Because I haved loved so long God in his great compassion Gave me the gift of song Because I have loved so vainly Sung with such faltering breath Oh, oh, oh, the Master in His infinite mercy Offers the boon of death

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you’re breaking my heart Have mercy on me, I’m falling apart Got your made up mind And I just don’t know how we got So wrong, for so long Have mercy on me, mercy my heart Somehow I can’t let go But I know I’ve

Oh beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife Who more than self, our country loved And mercy more than life America, America may God thy gold refine Til all success be nobleness And every gain divined And you know when I was in school We used to

Oh God have mercy on me Oh oh (catch the devil, why) Hold me down under holy water I fear I been laying with the devil I been laying with the devil Oh oh (Exorcise the demon) Oh Lord won't you save me Save me from myself

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on