Real Real Gone

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 now 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"