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

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"