Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round Heard it takes a man to sing a worried song it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too long Somethin' in the air, and movin' like a southbound train Sun is goin' down, and it seems like I'll be the keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's debt to pay I don't knowtoo busy my life from day to day But whosoever journeys up that border line The shadows of an ancient flame away in time I was down in Arkansas, workin' graveyard Movin' for exportation with a big forklift Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and fans Two were marked Top Secret, headed for repeat See shadows on the sun, see a comin' Nothin' will persuade, but all will be And will seek their god from a heaven in the sky Defendin' their affliction 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 from Chorus Now the drums are poundin', hear them on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the has been torn Dam's about to burst, floods are all No more water, little Sylvie, 'cause I I'm gonna drown on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a song Sing it now, but Lord, don't it all go on too long All go on too