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D
Oh, you can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your knees,
And pray to the Lord, pretty mama,
D7sus4
But it ain't gonna do no good.
G7
You're gonna need my help someday
D A
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
D
Well, you can run down to the desert,
You can stick your head in the sand,
You can raise up your right hand, but your good man ain't a-comin' home,
D7sus4
You better understand
G G7
You gonna need
You gonna need my help someday.
D
Someday you gonna need my help, someday.
A
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
D
Now, you can't run down to the White House,
You can gaze on the Capitol Dome,
You can knock on the President's gate, pretty mama,
But you know it's gonna be too late.
G7
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
D
My help someday
A
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
And you can hitchhike on the highway,
You can stand all alone by the side of the road.
You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama,
But you can't ride in my car no more.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
(Oh yes, yeah)
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
So you can read out your Hymn book,
You can fall down on your knees,
And pray to the Lord, pretty mama,
But it ain't gonna do no good.
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
(Oh, wait and see)
If you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
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