Help Me

HELP ME By Jim Gaudet
Well it is what it is and it ain't what it was
I share this concern with the lord up above
I shake my fist at lightning, winds are howling at my door
I'm standing here staring at this barroom floor
CHORUS: C'mon Help Me, Help Me, .......Help Me, Help Me
I'm a long, long, long, long ,long
way from home, way from home

Well I never used to worry, never used to fret,
can't through the night without breakin a sweat
all these little things keep bottled up inside
bang my head against the wall because I'm fit to be tied
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When I think about the future and I think about the past
fear explodes up like tank propane gas
time goes so quickly I can't hardly catch my breathe
when the steam clears from the mirror it scares half to death
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Help Me