When the well runs dry and the wind blows cold,
And the fire burns out deep inside your hole,
You can't roll with it, rock your soul alone,
Don't look down, look back, look out,
You gotta look up baby,
Won't you scream and shout?
When the weeds rise up and the garden don't grow,
And the mailman leaves such a heavy load,
You can't roll on, roll on down the road,
Don't look in, look here, look there,
You gotta look up baby,
Let down your hair.
Roll on down the road,
Roll on down the road.
When the good Lord's willing, but the creek done rise,
And the water rolls up way past your thighs,
You can't flow with it, row that boat alone,
Don't look over your shoulder now,
You better look up baby,
Won't you cry out loud?
Cry, cry,
Cry out loud,
Cry, cry,
Cry out loud,
Cry, cry,
Cry out loud,
Cry, cry,
Cry out loud.
