Over the Hill (1971)

I got water on the brain

My mind is like a drain

Here I go again

Over the hill

My eyes don't seem too clear

I'm not sure what I hear

It seems I'm going clear

Over the hill

Like a cripple and his crutch

I have leaned a bit too much

Seems that I should never touch again, oh

Now it seems it's plain to see

That this stuff is killing me

Got to quit, so, I'll be free again

I got too much to lose

No one can fill my shoes

Think I'll leave the blues

Over the hill