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
I'm real gone darling
Wilson Pickett said
in the midnight hour
That's when my love
comes tumbling down
Solomon Burke said
If you need me
why don't you call me
James Brown said
when you're tired of
what you got try me
And I'm real real gone
And I'm real real gone
And I'm real real gone