I Think I'm Dyin' Blues

three o'clock in the morning and I can't get to sleep
my heart is a poundin' out some crazy rhythmic beat
and I'm praying, praying I've got something left to lose
I hope I make it through the night, I'm freakin' with I think I'm dying blues

made a bet I couldn't cover then I rolled the dice
bit off more than I could chew so now I'll pay the price
and I'm hopin' Gabriel still ain't heard the news
you've got me on my knees again, and I'm crying with I think I'm dying blues

so hold me, honey dear, tell me everything will be alright
and help me lose the fear, hang on until the Reaper's out of sight

never been to heaven but I think I been to hell
I can't get much worse than this so I guess I know it well
and I'm wishing, wishing there was something I could use
to bring me down to Earth again and help be lose I think I'm dying blues

have you ever herd that lonesome funeral toll
that done mean another good old boy has lost his soul
but I'm coming down and this fool notion's crawling out of my head
and once again I'm so relieved I'm losing those I think I'm dying blues

so hold me, honey dear, tell me everything will be alright
and help me lose the fear, hang on until the Reaper's out of sight

words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2004 Sunny Smedley Music