Oh Well (live at the S.E.R.P.E.N.T. Festival)

Can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well
Oh, well

Now when I talked to God, I knew he'd understand
He said, "Stick by me, I'll be your guidin' hand"
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well
Oh, well

Now when I talked to God, I knew he'd understand
He said, "Stick by me, I'll be your guidin' hand"
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well

Thank you