Oh good Lord, good Lord, Lord up above (my lord) Are you planting a plant down on me 'Cause there must be a reason every time I'm in love I'm ending up in pain and misery Oh good, good Lord, Lord up above (my lord) Is there something you want to let me know Because if I'm not support to pick up all these juicy fruits Tell me why do you let them grow wherever I go All right! Lord oh Lord Lord oh Lord Lord oh Lord Oh my lord Oh Adam was a good man who turned to a sinner And just because one gal was around Now I'm asking you what I'm supposed to do Because one look at this old phone book shows me There are thousands of boys in this town Oh lord Is there something you want to say If I'm supposed to pick up flowers Then why do you let them grow all over my way That's why I'm gonna play Lord oh Lord Lord oh Lord Lord oh Lord Oh my lord