I Woke Up This Morning With The Sundown Shining In
I Found My Mind In A Brown Paper Bag But Then
I Tripped On A Cloud And Fell-a Eight Miles HighI 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 Crawling Out As I Was A-crawling 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...