Me and this old guitar, for a dollar and a dime

And a glass of wine

Lord won’t you help me before I lose my mind

Got me a woman way back home, you know lord I crave

Spends every dollar that I make, gonna drive me to my grave

In my own home

Lord won’t you help me before I’m dead and gone

Headed down to Nashville town, sunny south you know

Leavin old Chicago with it’s rain and snow

Chilled to the bone

Lord won’t you help me ride this greyhound home

Hope I get to heaven, mansions by the way

Hard luck always followed me down and I slide right back again

Shuck it’s cold

Lord won’t you help me save a worthless soul

Lord won’t you help me, help me before I lose my mind.