by Stephen Stills



Feel such misery and I don't know why

Feel so bad I'm surprised I'm not

condemned to die

I never thought that heartbreak

could bring such pain.

Guess that's what it's like when you

see different things

And I'm a-lowdown

Get me out of this place

And I'm lowdown

Like a hole in space

And I'm lowdown

Spirit movin' at a dreadful pace

Slowly dyin' I can see it in my face

Sadness and anger all that keeps me goin'

Tired of nothin' but my outsides showin'

And I'm lowdown

Dying embers of a fire

Sputtering tears of a lost desire

Hangin' on to hope that just might be

But I feel like I'm hangin' from a dyin' tree

And I'm lowdown

And I'm lowdown lowdown

Get me out of this place

And I'm lowdown lowdown

Like a hole in space

And I'm lowdown and I'm lowdown



©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

All Rights Reserved.  Used By Permission.



Drums:  Joe Vitale

Bass:  George (Chocolate) Perry

Guitar:  Stephen Stills

Piano:  Mike Finnigan

Vocals:  Stephen Stills, Joe Vitale, George (Chocolate) Perry, Mike Finnigan, 

Brooks Honeycutt, Verna Richardson, Lisa Roberts

Horns & Strings:  Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills

Recorded by Michael Braunstein