Lyrics

What to do, What to do
Money's tight and
Baby's sick and
Momma's deep dark blue

What to do
Drown in drink or
Choke on smoke
Don't help me none to overdose

Then come to mind
Lessons of old
Ancient tricks
To ease the soul

Take your burdens to an altar
Write them down on a paper with pen
Fold that paper with your own hands
Fold it once and then fold it again

Now place that paper into the fire
Make sure the flames are burning high and hot
Watch your burdens burn up to heaven
It's not that easy but it means a lot

I think you might feel better
'bout all that's weighin' on you
It's an old trick my friend
One you can still use

Now make a list of things you're proud of
Kind and good things that you've done
Memorize it, maybe alphabetize it
For the times when you're feelin' down

When you find your mind filled with trouble
For hours and days on end
You remember that good list you made
Let it play in your head instead

I think you might feel better
'Bout all that's troublin' you
Another old trick my friend
One you can still use

What to do, What to do
Money's tight and
Baby's sick and
Momma's . . . blue

© 2024 Mike Hallal. Music & Lyrics.