I'm real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real real gone
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
Some people say
You can make it on your own
You can make it if you try
I know better now
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, 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 gone
I'm real gone, Wilson Pickett said, "In the midnight hour
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"
Van the Man said "Listen to the Lion inside me"
Yeah
And I'm real real gone
I'm real gone
Oh lord, yeah
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