I’m In I’m Out And I’m Gone

Don't want no high rise tombstone

Gonna gather up my saints

Don't wanna hear you fussing, no

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

Ooh I'm out

And I'm gone

I'm gone, gone

You gotta answer to somebody

You gotta answer to somebody

If you didn't learn

Then you didn't read

Gotta 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

Ooh I'm out

And I'm gone

Gone, I'm gone, gone, gone

The death row preacher

Came to the backdoor to greet her

Hardly blame her

For trusting a one armed lion tamer

She stepped in from a storm

She was dry as a bone

The preacher thought to himself

The devil 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

Ooh I'm out

And I'm gone