Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the 'round today? it takes a worried man to sing a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too Somethin' in the air, and movin' like a southbound train Sun is goin' down, and it seems I'll be the same keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's debt to pay I don't knowtoo busy with my life day to day But whosoever journeys up against border line The shadows of an ancient flame burn away in I was down in Arkansas, graveyard shift Movin' crates for with a big forklift Most crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling fans Two were marked Top Secret, headed for repeat See on the sun, see a comin' thundercloud Nothin' will persuade, but all be allowed And some seek their god from a heaven in the sky Defendin' their with a holy alibi on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do all the trouble 'round today? I'm callin' up the president, ask him he say No answer, left a message, when he's back holiday Chorus Now the are poundin', hear them blowin' on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has torn Dam's to burst, floods are all around No more water, little Sylvie, I think I'm gonna drown on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do all the trouble 'round today? Heard it takes a worried man to a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, don't make it all go on too All go on too