When you feelin' low down, tell your troubles to the Lord above.

When you feelin' low down, tell your troubles to the stars above.

‘Cause you will never be happy, until you find the one you love.



Like a prisoner without a plea, and sentenced without a trial.

Like a prisoner without a plea, sentenced without a trial.

Like a bleeding heart longin' for love, a heart that never smiles.



You can stay in a town so long, you can feel yourself sinkin' down.

You can stay in a town so long, you can feel yourself sinkin' down.

You just change your way of living, and don't forget to change your town.



This mornin', this mornin' I sure have got the blues.

This mornin', baby I sure have got the blues.

I want some sweet, brown skin woman to tell my troubles to.