Texty písní Gil Scott-Heron

Gil Scott-Heron

Lady Day and John Coltrane

Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do

Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through

Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way

And if you don't get a help quick you won't make it through the day

Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane

Now â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles away

Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes

No beginning there ain't no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it's

All because they're so afraid to say that they're alone

Until I hear old Rodney ridin' on his saxophone

Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane

Now â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles,

Your troubles away

Alright

Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do

Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through

Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way

And if you don't get a help quick you won't make it through the day

Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane

Now â??cause there, they'll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles, your troubles

Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles

Your troubles, your troubles,

Your troubles away

They'll wash your troubles away