You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help
someday
Well, if you can't quit your
sinnin'
Please quit your low down
ways.
Well, you can run down to the
White House,
You can gaze at the Capitol
Dome, pretty mama,
You can pound on the President's
gate
But you oughta know by now
it's gonna be too late.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help
someday
Well, if you can't quit your
sinnin'
Please quit your low down
ways.
Well, you can run down to the
desert,
Throw yourself on the burning
sand.
You can raise up your right
hand, pretty mama,
But you better understand
you done lost your one good man.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help
someday
Well, if you can't quit your
sinnin'
Please quit your low down
ways.
And you can hitchhike on the
highway,
You can stand all alone by
the side of the road.
You can try to flag a ride
back home, pretty mama,
But you can't ride in my car
no more.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help
someday
Well, if you can't quit your
sinnin'
Please quit your low down
ways.
Oh, you can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your
knees, pretty mama,
And pray to the Lord
But it ain't gonna do no good.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help
someday
Well, if you can't quit your
sinnin'
Please quit your low down
ways.
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