Come 8:00 am all of this will be far behind
I won't have to work myself alive
In these damn chains
I'll be home free and roaming far
Won't need no train, plane, boat, or car
Yes I'll be leaving, leaving, leaving, here for good
Ask my name I'd tell you, "I'm not doing good"
Come noon or so I'll be where I'm supposed to be
Don't know me where but we shall see
If we meet again
But I've grown tired from last night's travels
Didn't make my way till the fear wore off
And I ain't lying, lying, lying, it felt good
To kiss that life goodbye I'm not doing good
Not doing good, and it's all my fault
Never learned to tell, never learned to talk
Come dinner time I'll be smiling
Or at least no more begging and crying
For I'll be at peace
I'll watch 'em all from way up high
Watch 'em all think, they could understand why
They found me hanging, hanging, hanging, there for good
If anyone asked, I could've told 'em, "I'm not doing good"