The Real Me (Live At The Spectrum, Philadelphia, 1973)
I wend back to the doctor to get another shrink I sit and tell him about my weekend, but he never can change what he thinks Can you see the real me, doctor-doctor Can you see the real me, doctor, ooh, doctor
I went back to my mother, I said I'm crazy ma help me She said I know how it feels son Cause it runs in the family Come on tell me can you see the real me mother mother Can you see the real me mother whoa mother
Can you see can you see Can you see the real me Can you see, can you see the real me The real me, the real me, the real me
The cracks between the pavement stones Like rivers of flowing rain Strange people who know me From behind every window pane The girl I used to love Lives in the yellow house Yesterday she passed me by she don't want to know me now
Can you see the real me, can ya, can ya Can you see the real me whoa ya
I ended up with the Preacher full of lies and hate I seemed to scare him a little ha ha So he showed me to the golden gate
Whoa can you sse the real me, Preacher Preacher, can you see the real me Preacher whoa ya
Can you see, can you see, can you see, whoa ya Can you see the real me doctor, doctor Can you see the real me mama Can you see the real me me me me