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(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then...
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I left Decatur hell bent to forget
I bought a ticket back to Skowhegan, Maine
I wound up in Seattle, so drunk and so rattled
Lord, I caught the wrong train
Found some fast easy women and some hard drinkin' men
Swore I'd drown the sorrow in me
I once had a lot but the future was not, not what it used to be
Oh, the years they went by and I went steadily down hill