I’m In I’m Out And I’m Gone

Don't want no high rise tombstone
Gonna gather up my saints
Don't wanna hear you fussing, no
If it is or if it ain't
If it is or if it ain't
And my life needs no witness
And my burden is my own
My burden is my own

I'm in, oh, I'm out and I'm gone
I'm gone, gone

You gotta answer to somebody
You gotta answer to somebody
If you didn't learn then you, you didn't read
Gonna live with it
Gotta live with it, yeah
What's a man to do?
What's a man to do?
Gotta answer to somebody
Answer to somebody
Gotta answer, answer, yeah

And I'm in, oh, I'm out and I'm gone
Oh, now I'm gone, gone, gone

The death row preacher came to the backdoor to greet her
No, he didn't blame her for trusting the one armed lion tamer
She stepped in from the storm, she was dry as a bone
The preacher thought to himself, "The devil takes care of his own"
She said, "Look what your prayers, look what they've done to me"
What can your prayers do for me?
The preacher said, "Careful talking to yourself, because you may be listening"
Be careful talking to yourself, because you may be listening

I'm in, oh, I'm out and I'm gone

That's it