I'm In, I'm Out, I'm Gone

Don't want no high rise tombstone
Gonna gather up my saints
Don't wanna hear you fussing
If it is or if it ain't
My life needs no witness
And my burden is my own

You gotta answer to somebody
If you didn't learn then you didn't read
Gotta live with it
What's a man to do
Gotta answer to somebody

The death row preacher
Came to the backdoor to greet her
He didn't blame her
For trusting the one armed lion tamer
She stepped in from the storm
She was dry as a bone
The preacher thought to himself
The devil takes care of his own
She said look what your prayers have done to me
What can your prayers do for me
Preacher said careful talking to yourself
Cause you may be listening

I'm in I'm out and I'm gone