(Yeah, Yeah, Oh-yeah, What Condition My Condition Was In)

I Woke Up This Mornin' With The Sundown Shinin' In
I Found My Mind In A Brown Paper Bag Within
I Tripped On A Cloud And Fell-a Eight Miles High
I Tore My Mind On A Jagged Sky
I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In

(Yeah, Yeah, Oh-yeah, What Condition My Condition Was In)

I Pushed My Soul In A Deep Dark Hole And Then I Followed It In
I Watched Myself Crawlin' Out As I Was A-crawlin' In
I Got Up So Tight I Couldn't Unwind
I Saw So Much I Broke My Mind
I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In



(Yeah, Yeah, Oh-yeah, What Condition My Condition Was In)

Someone Painted "April Fool" In Big Black Letters On A "Dead End" Sign
I Had My Foot On The Gas As I Left The Road And Blew Out My Mind
Eight Miles Outta Memphis And I Got No Spare
Eight Miles Straight Up Downtown Somewhere
I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In

I Said I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In
Yeah
Yeah
Oh-yeah