Falling Calling — Hollies

(clarke / sylvester)

Didnt believe in the bible

Didnt believe the good book

Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look

These chains that Im wearing really aint my style

Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile

I know that I did something wrong

I got into bad ways

Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do

The cell I am in is only six feet wide

And six feet to the roof

Theres a window thats strung with only three bars

Singing me the truth

Fifty and seventy dont seem right

Seventy aint my age

When I leave this place with a new face

Its to turn another a new page

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do

Didnt believe in the bible

Didnt believe the good book

Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look

These chains that Im wearing well they really aint my style

Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, I dont know what to do