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"