Yeah, yeah, whoa-oh, yeahWhat condition my condition was inI woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' inI found my mind in a brown paper bag withinI tripped on a cloud and fell an eight miles highI tore my mind on a jagged skyI just dropped in to see what condition my condition was inYeah, yeah, oh, yeahWhat condition my condition was inI pushed my soul in a deep dark hole, and then I followed it inI watched myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in, yeah, yeahI got up so tight, I couldn't unwind, I saw so much, I broke my mindI just dropped in to see what condition my condition was inYeah, yeah, oh, yeahWhat condition my condition was inSomeone painted "April fool" in big black letters on a dead end signI had my foot on the gas as I left the road, blew out my mindEight miles outta Memphis and I got no spareEight miles straight up downtown somewhereI just dropped in to see what condition my condition was inI said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was inYeah, yeah, whoa-oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, whoa-oh, yeah
What condition my condition was in
I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell an eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole, and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in, yeah, yeah
I got up so tight, I couldn't unwind, I saw so much, I broke my mind
Someone painted "April fool" in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road, blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Mickey Newbury
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