real real gone

real real gone

i got hit by a bow and arrow

got me down to the very marrow

and i'm real real gone

real real gone

i can't stand up by myself

don't you know i need your help

and i'm real real gone

some people say

you can make it on your own

oh you can make it if you try

i know better now

you can't stand up alone

oh baby that is why

i'm real real gone

i can't stand up by myself

don't you know i need your help

you're a friend of mine

and i'm real real gone

and sam cooke is on the radio

and the night is filled with space

and your fingertips touch my face

you're a friend of mine

and i'm real real gone

i'm real gone

oh lord i got hit by a bow and arrow

got me down to the very marrow

you're a friend of mine

and i'm real real gone

and i'm real real gone

i'm real gone

wilson pickett said: - in the midnight hour