Real real gone

Real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real, real gone

Real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know I need your help
And I'm real, real gone

Some people say
You can make it on your own
Oh you can make it if you try
I know better now
You can't stand up alone
Oh baby that is why

I'm real, real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know I need your help
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real, real gone

And Sam Cooke is on the radio
And the night is filled with space
And your fingertips touch my face
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone
Oh Lord I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real, real gone
And I'm real, real gone
I'm real gone

Wilson Pickett said:
\"In the midnight hour,
That's when my love comes tumbling down\"
Solomon Burke said:
\"If you need me, why don't you call me\"
James Brown said:
\"When you're tired of what you got, try me\"
Gene Chandler said:
\"There's a rainbow in my soul\"