Well the words of an old blues man, they’re always in time with his soul.
 Though his face be cracked and worn like age-old summer soil.
 You know he gave you his hand so you would lift him off that ground,
 And no one wants a hand that’s rough to touch from
 The sh*t that it’s been carrying around.

 And every man wants more than he, ever did before.
 He’s still got no way out, we’ve got no way out,
 No way out, we’ve got no way out of this.

 Well he walks through town like a bible prophet,
 Knows he owns it all, but sometimes he doesn’t bother
 No sometimes he doesn’t bother
 Lord well he knows the dark hearts of men
 And he’s been there before, yeah he won’t go there again,
 No yeah, he won’t go there again.

 For every man wants more than he, ever did before.
 He’s still got no way out, we’ve got no way out
 No way out, we’ve got no way out of this.

 So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out
 And my hair’s caught up in rags,
 Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cause I’ll spit it right back out.

 He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance.
 Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him
 And finally put him in the ground.
 He said "I’ve been though war, and I’ve been though law
 And I’ve climbed that hill so cold
 Yeah, I’ve been though more than you’ll ever know
 Still they never let me go"

 And every man wants more than he, ever did before
 He’s still got no way out, we’ve got no way out
 No way out, we’ve got no way out of this

 So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out
 And my hair’s caught up in rags,
 Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cause I’ll spit it right back out.
 Oh yeah, I will spit it right,
 I will spit it right,
 I will spit it right back out.
 I will spit it right,
 I will spit it right,
 I will spit it right back out.