گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
Found my broken mind in a brown paper bag again
Tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
Tore my mind on a jagged sky
And I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and followed it in
Had myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in
I woke up so tight I said I'd never unwind
I saw too much and, Lord, I broke my mind
So I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
Somebody painted April fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas, when I left the road it blew out my mind
Eight miles out of Memphis, Lord, I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
And I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
What condition my condition was in
