Letra

Ever feel kinda down and out? You don't know just what to do Livin' all of your days in darkness Let the sunshine through Ever feel that somehow Somewhere you've lost your way? And if you don't get a help quick You won't make it through the day Could you call on Lady Day? Could you call on John Coltrane? Now 'cause they'll, they'll wash your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away Plastic people with plastic minds Are on their way to plastic homes No beginning, there ain't no ending Just on and on and on and on and on, it's All because they're so afraid To say that they're alone Until our hero rides in Rides in on his saxophone Could you call on Lady Day? Could you call on John Coltrane? Now 'cause they'll, they'll wash your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away Alright Ever feel kinda down and out And don't know just what to do? Livin' all of your days in darkness Let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow Somewhere you've lost your way And if you don't get a help quick You won't make it through the day Could you call on Lady Day? Could you call on John Coltrane? Now 'cause they'll, they'll wash your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away They'll wash your troubles away They'll wash your troubles away Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles Your troubles away Yeah, they'll wash your troubles away They'll wash your troubles away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Gil Scott-heron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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