(clarke / sylvester)
Didn’t believe in the bible
Didn’t believe the good book
Lordlord please help mehelp me take a look
These chains that I’m wearing really ain’t my style
Lordlord please help mehelp me think awhile
I know that I did something wrong
I got into bad ways
Well the judgeyes he put me downfor five thousand days
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do
The cell I am in is only six feet wide
And six feet to the roof
There’s a window that’s strung with only three bars
Singing me the truth
Fifty and seventy don’t seem right
Seventy ain’t my age
When I leave this place with a new face
It’s to turn another a new page
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do
Didn’t believe in the bible
Didn’t believe the good book
Well now lordlord please help mehelp me take a look
These chains that I’m wearing well they really ain’t my style
Well now lordlord please help mehelp me think awhile
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do
Fallingfallingfalling over you
CallingcallingI don’t know what to do