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, 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

Gene Chandler said:

- There's a rainbow in my soul