Well I woke up this morning and I looked outside And all I had was gone I started wondering "What else could go wrong?" I got them weary violated blues Broken hearted and nothin' to lose But I'm all right for the shape I'm in
I don't know why I'm not over the edge I done my duty, I took the pledge Never want to live that way again Now I can hear that tick of the clock I take a lickin' but I don't stop And I'm all right for the shape I'm in
Tired and torn and tattered Holes in both my shoes And it's rained on almost everything I use
Standing outside in the pouring rain Getting my poor house rearranged But I'm all right for the shape I'm in
