(For The Shape I'm In)

C. Mead



Well I woke up this morning and I looked outside

And all I had was gone

I started wondering "What else could go wrong?"

I got them weary violated blues

Broken hearted and nothin' to lose

But I'm all right for the shape I'm in



I don't know why I'm not over the edge

I done my duty, I took the pledge

Never want to live that way again

Now I can hear that tick of the clock

I take a lickin' but I don't stop

And I'm all right for the shape I'm in



Tired and torn and tattered

Holes in both my shoes

And it's rained on almost everything I use



Standing outside in the pouring rain

Getting my poor house rearranged

But I'm all right for the shape I'm in