Real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real real gone
Real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know I need your help?
And I'm real real gone
Some people say you can make it on your own
Oh you can make it if you try
I know better now you can't stand up alone
Oh baby that is why
I'm real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know I need your help?
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real real gone
And Sam Cooke is on the radio
And the night is filled with space
And your fingertips touch my face
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real real gone
I'm real gone
Oh Lord I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real real gone
And I'm real real gone
I'm real gone
Wilson Pickett said:
"In the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down"
Solomon Burke said:
"If you need me, why don't you call me?"
James Brown said:
"When you're tired of what you got, try me"
Gene Chandler said:
"There's a rainbow in my soul"
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