My brain is cloudy my soul is upside dow Lord my brain is cloudy my soul is upside down When I get the low down feeling I know the blues must be someplace around
Well you gotta treat me right day by day Get out your little prayer book get upon your knees and pray You're gonna need you're gonna need my help someday And you're going to be sorry oh you treat me this way
Well good evening don't that sun look good going down Well good evening don't that sun look good going down Don't your home look lonesome When your lover ain't around
Well I've tried everything baby to get along with you Now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna stop crying gonna leave you alone If you don't think I'm leaving you can count the days I'm gone Cause you're gonna need you're gonna need my help someday And you're going to be sorry oh you treat me this way
