Ringin' on the telephone, 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 it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too long Somethin' in the air, and it's movin' like a train Sun is goin' down, and it like I'll be the same keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's debt to pay I don't knowtoo busy my life from day to day But whosoever up against that border line The shadows of an ancient flame away in time I was down in Arkansas, graveyard shift Movin' crates for exportation a big forklift Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, 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 will seek their god from a in the sky Defendin' affliction with a holy alibi Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round I'm callin' up the president, ask him he say No answer, a message, when he's back from holiday repeat Now the drums are poundin', hear them on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has been Dam's to burst, floods are all around No more water, Sylvie, 'cause 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 man to sing a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, make it all go on too long All go on too