Black bass and a white light
Now she trips out on her cocaine
cause there's nothing to do
Since his man and his glam
were they up and shot through
Time, Lord, it drags heavy on me
and my thoughts are on sea
You have an idea of what lonely can be
His delight at the sight of a worn apple skin
Goes with his hat in his hand
that the bottle will bring
Yes, there's a time, Lord,
when my thoughts are on the sheet
And I fear that down here
Or a caged man with his bare hands
For forty -five years his life he had shored
And he wakes up one morning
Time, Lord, it drags heavy on me
with my thoughts around you
Frankie's Vietnam was spent dodging lead
Only half of a friend sent
Time, Lord, attracts heavy on me
when my thoughts are on she
And I fear that down here
what loneliness can mean?