A Day In The Life Of A Preacher (Live, The Academy Of Music, NYC, 28 September 1974)

歌詞

Preacher Blind man, don't you worry Poor man, don't you worry, no 'Cos it's alright, yeah, yeah [....] says It's gonna be alright Madman, tryin' to fight it Preacher, tryin' to right it Yeah, but it's alright, c'mon, yeah [....] says It's gonna be alright Get along, c'mon, get along, c'mon, yeah Squeeze Me Squeeze me, you gotta get through I don't want to die Don't worry 'bout a thing, the time is alright Lean on me, oh God, I got to fight it But don't you be too long Don't worry 'bout a thing, it'll be always alright C'mon, yeah Mr. H. Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me Bled my life, but still can't believe me Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller Froze my brain, (my hand was a killer?) Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me Bled my life, but you still don't believe me Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller Froze my brain, my hand was a killer, yeah Oh c'mon baby, yeah, poor me, (I sure gotta blew?) it this morning, baby? Oh, Mr. H. can you hear me Bled my life, but you still can't believe me Oh, Mr. H. was a chiller Froze my brain, my hand was a killer Oh, Mr. H. you can't hear me Bled my life, but still some can't believe me Oh, Mr. H was a killer Come on, baby, show me where (I meet him?) I'm gonna show you, honey, (just like you to omit it?), c'mon You gotta believe me I ain't jokin' baby This is no lie Oh, yeah