tell me the truth, how do you feel?
don’t feel too bad, you’re not all along，
we’re all trying to get along，
with everybody else try’ng to go their way
you’re bound to get tripped, and what can you say?
just go along ’til they turn out the lights
there’s nothing we can do to fight it
no man’s got it made till he’s far beyond the pain
and we who must remain go on living just the same，
I once knew a man, very talented guy，
he’s sing for the people and people would cry，
they knew that his song came from deep down inside，
you could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes，
like a flower, he bloomed till that old Hickory wind called him home，
my man’s got it made，
he’s gone far beyond the pain，
and we who must remain go on living just the same，
now my man’s got it made，
he’s gone far beyond the pain，
and we who must remain go on living just the same，
we who must remain go on laughing just the same