Woke up this mornin'
The sundown shinin' in
I found my broken mind
In a brown paper bag of Zen
Tripped on a cloud
I fell eight miles high
Tore my mind upon a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition
My condition was in
Ah, ah
Pushed my soul in a
Deep dark hole, followed it in
Met myself crawlin' out
As I was crawlin' in
I woke up so tight I said
"I never will unwind."
Saw too much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition
My condition was in
Woh, Lord, Lord
What condition my condition was in
[Whistling Chorus.]
Ah, ah, ah-ha
Somebody painted "April Fool,"
In big black letters on a Dead End sign
I had my foot in the gas
As I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis
Lord, I got no spare
Eight miles straight up
Downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition
My condition was in
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lawd
What condition my condition was in
[Humming to end.]