Don’t want no high rise tombstone
Gonna gather up my things
Don’t wanna hear you fussin’
If it is, or if it ain’t
If it is, or if it ain’t
And my life needs no witness
And my burden is my own
My burden is my own
I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
You gotta answer to somebody
You gotta answer to somebody
If you didn’t learn, then you didn’t read
Gonna live with it, gotta live with it, yeah
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
Gotta answer to somebody
Answer to somebody
Gotta answer, answer, yeah
And I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
The death row preacher
Came through the back door to greet her
Hardly can blame her
For trusting a one-armed lion-tamer
She stepped in from a storm
As dry as a bone
The preacher thought to himself
He never takes care of his own
She said “look what your prayers
Look what they’ve done to me
What can your prayers do for me?”
Preacher said, careful talking to yourself
‘Cause you may be listening
Careful talking to yourself
‘Cause you may be listening
I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
