Another day woke up depressed
the lord was standin on his chest
said son you look worried and tired
I'm starting to think it's time you were retired
Oh lord he said I pray 3 times a day
I'm on a long shot ticket and there's hell to pay
All my worry and care is what I trade
But I'm banking my transfer on a crooked blade
Ah son let me push you down a little more
You can't imagine everything I've got in store
for you my little sparrow won't let you fall
Well if it weren't for me no one would know at all
Release yourself my child of pain
The dossier I've compiled is plain
I'll take on all your worry and care
I don't need nothin else from you go and prepare.
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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