Low - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Roll down howling at the top of my lungs

Daddy had to bury his first-born son

Why take the pain when the Lord won't come

Oh, ain’t no remedy but run, run, run

Lonesome in the heart and troubled in the head

If he was a tire he would lack in all the tread

Whole lot of needle but not a lot of thread

Go ahead and put his heavy soul to bed

Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall

Low, low, lower than hell

Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well

Sick with whiskey, lost in sweet cocaine

Cried for my life in the driving rain

Oh, brother I know you had a real tough run

Oh, see ovеr yonder when it's said and done

Lonеsome in the heart and troubled in the head

If he was a tire he was lacking all the tread

Whole lot of needle but not a lot of thread

Go ahead and put his heavy soul to bed

Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall

Low, low, lower than hell

Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well

Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall

Low, low, lower than hell

Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well