Falling Calling (2008 Remaster)

Didn't believe in The Bible Didn't believe the Good Book Lord, Lord, please, help me Help me take a look These chains that I'm wearing Really ain't my style Lord, Lord, please, help me Help me think awhile I know that I did something wrong I got into bad ways Well, the judge, yes, he put me down For five thousand days Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do The cell I'm in is only six feet wide And six feet to the roof There's a window that's strung with only three bars Singing me the truth Fifty and seventy don't seem right Seventy ain't my age When I leave this place with a new face It's to turn another new page Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do Didn't believe in The Bible Didn't believe the Good Book Well, now Lord, Lord, please, help me Help me take a look These chains that I'm wearing Well, they really ain't my style Well, now Lord, Lord please, help me Help me think awhile Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I don't know what to do