When I get feeling, hurting and reeling
Get so sad I go to bed; I stare at the ceiling I dream about dreaming
Woke up this morning shaking my head
GUITAR
I pick up the paper, I put down the paper
Turn on the TV, I get confused, People on this side say the people on that side
They lie and say they’re lying, everybody’s confused
CHORUS: What can you do, what can you do when you can’t trust anybody to tell you the truth,
Can’t trust him can’t trust her, what to do what to do now. Only the lord knows and he ain’t you.
GUITAR
I talk to my teacher, I talk to my deacon, talk to my sister, talk to my fans
Hit by the wheeling, hit by the dealing, hit by a feeling, it’s out of my hands
CHORUS
GUITAR and PIANO
CHORUS
I pick up the paper, I put down the paper
Turn on the TV, I get confused, People on this side say the people on that side
They lie and say they’re lying, everybody’s confused
CHORUS
Only the Lord knows and he ain’t you.