Woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in Found my mind in a brown paper bag again Tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high Tore my mind on a jagged sky And I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and followed it in Met myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in I woke up so tight I said I'd never unwind I saw so much that it broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
Somebody painted April fool in big black letters on a dead end sign I had my foot on the gas, when I left the road it blew out my mind Eight miles out of Memphis, Lord, I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in What condition my condition was in