Shape I'm In

I walked up to a blind man
For to open up my eyes
I told him all I'd ever heard
Was just a pack of lies

He said he could not see me
But he could hear me crying
And as I turned to walk away
He handed me a dime

And I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing, the shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in

The leaves are a-blowin
And the night is getting cold
And I see myself reflected
In three shiny balls of gold

A ragamuffin hero
With no place left to hide
With pockets filled with trembling hands
My shadow by my side

And I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing, the shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in

And I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing, the shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in



Credits
Writer(s): Don Nix
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