Help Me Make It Through This Funky Day - Greg Brown

Well, the coffee boiled and the sun fled

Ah, there’s grime on the windows and the streets are dead

It been Tuesday all week and it’s Tuesday again

Today is a Parisian, I am an American

And I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope, you ain’t gonna go away

Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me

Help me make it through this funky day?

Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me?

Baby will ya help me?

Ya gotta help me make it through this funky day

It look like February 19th and November 8th

They had an ugly little baby and they’re gonna call it Today

Ah my face feel like Clay every time I try to grin

And I think I might cry if I try to grin again

Oh, but I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope you ain’t gonna go away

Ah will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me

Help me make it through this funky day?

Ah will ya help me, help me, help me, help me?

Baby, will ya help me?

Ya gotta help me make it through this funky day

I don’t want to go out because I’m tired of the door

I’m tired of everybody actin' like it’s weirded out 1954

It’s just the year of the barfly, it’s just the month of the roach

Hold on to my shoulders, baby, I’m sinkin' so low

And I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope you ain’t gonna go away

Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me

Help me make it through this funky day?

Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me

Help me make it through this?

Help me make it

Ah will ya, baby, will ya help me?

Oh will ya, baby, will ya help me make it through this?

Ya gotta help me

Help me, help me, help me make it through this funky day

It’s just another, it’s just another

It’s just another, it’s just another