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Shape I'm In
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Rock
Shape I'm In was released on January 1, 1971 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album Living By the Days
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1971
LabelRhino/Elektra
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Nix
Don Nix
Vocals
Claudia Lennear
Claudia Lennear
Background Vocals
Don Preston
Don Preston
Background Vocals
Kathi McDonald
Kathi McDonald
Background Vocals
Mount Zion Zingers
Mount Zion Zingers
Background Vocals
David Hood
David Hood
Bass
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Bass
Roger Hawkins
Roger Hawkins
Drums
Gimmer Nicholson
Gimmer Nicholson
Guitar
Jimmy Johnson
Jimmy Johnson
Guitar
Tippy Armstrong
Tippy Armstrong
Guitar
Wayne Perkins
Wayne Perkins
Guitar
Barry Beckett
Barry Beckett
Keyboards
Chris Stainton
Chris Stainton
Keyboards
Furry Lewis
Furry Lewis
Vocals
Jeanie Greene
Jeanie Greene
Vocals
Joey Cooper
Joey Cooper
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Nix
Don Nix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Nix
Don Nix
Producer
Peter Nicholls
Peter Nicholls
Engineer

Lyrics

I was comin' down on Fairfax
Didn't have a dime
My body was tremblin'
My head was filled with wine
Way past my curfew
I should've been in bed
My folks would probably call the cops
Give me up for dead
But I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing
The shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in
I walked up to a blind man
For to open up my eyes
I told him all I'd ever heard
Was just a pack of lies
Said he could not see me
But he could hear me cryin'
And as I turned to walk away
He handed me a dime
I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing
The shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in
The leaves are a-blowin'
And the night is a-gettin' cold
And I see myself reflected
Three shiny balls of gold
Ragamuffin hero
With no place left to hide
Pockets filled with tremblin' hands
My shadow by my side
I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing
The shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in
And I could hear the choir sing
And I saw Saint Augustine
But it didn't mean a thing
The shape I'm in
And I don't know where I've been
And it seems like such a sin
Oh, to be in the shape I'm in
Written by: Don Nix
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