Woke up this morning with a pain in my head
i need a doctor and a white linen bed
i’d call for help if only I could
and I know that this can’t be good
i know that this can’t be good
to be the eye of a needle in the eye of a storm
surrounded by chaos since the day I was born
and I’d strike that day from the books
if only I could
because I know that this can’t be good
I know that this can’t be good
but if I had money and if I had fame
generosity and goodness
would follow my name
if a had patience and if I had grace
i’d help everyone that I could
but I know that this can’t be good
ain’t got wheels, so I’m walking,
when I’m walking it rains
when it rains it pours and I’m stuck here again
i’d leave in a second, you know that I would
because I know that this can’t be good
i know that this can’t be good
but if I had money and if I had fame
the salvation army would know me by name
if I had freedom and a little good luck
i’d help everyone that I could
but I know that this can’t be good
and a winner draws a crowd,
but you’re alone when you lose
i could use a hot meal and a new pair of shoes
i can hang laundry, scrub floors and chop wood
and I know my prospects ain’t good
i know that this can’t be good
and I’ve always been misunderstood