Crying won’t help you, and praying won’t do you no good.
Crying won’t help you, and praying won’t do you no good,
When the levee breaks, Mama, you got to move.
I’m all cried out, yes I’m all cried out. All my little tears are all dried out, oh yeah.
Now that you say we’re through, I’m all cried out over you.
Cry, cry if it makes you feel better.
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter.
If you look closer it’s easy to trace the tracks of my tears.
You keep saying you’ve got something for me, something you call love, but confess.
You’ve been messin’ where you shouldn’t have been a messin’ and now someone else is gettin’ all your best.
Why, why, why, Delilah? Why, why, why, Delilah?
And so, before they come to break down the door.
Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn’t take any more.
The judge said guilty in a make believe trial. Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile and said, Suppers waiting at home and I got to get to it.
The account of the capture wasn’t in the papers
But you know, they hanged ole Smack right then instead of later
You know the people were quite pleased
'Cause the outlaw had been seized
And on the whole, it was a very good year
For the undertaker
He said “I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates”
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way,
They robbed a store, and high-tailed outa that town
Got clean away in a stolen car,
And waited till the heat died down,
So when the posse came ridin’, Billy went hidin’ down south.
Holed up in a shack with Maria with the black hair and the ruby red mouth.
Out there, the law is coming, I’ve been so tired of runnin’
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there!
Gonna let it rock. Let it roll. Let the Bible Belt come down. And Save My soul.
Hold on to 16 as long as you can. Changes come around real soon. Make us women and men.
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
We have all been here before,
We have all been here before.
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where or when
Yes, now you’re gone and from this moment on
I’ll be crying
Crying to the sky
Searching for a silver lining
Hoping that the clouds I’m climbing aren’t hiding rain
Every time it rains it rains pennies from heaven.
Don’t you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?