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You're In Deep
Out Of The Woodwork IV
© 1994 by Gary E. Andrews
All Right Reserved for the Globe

Chords:
D XXO232
G 32OOO3
A XO222O
Dsus XXO233

I went to the helper man.
I said, "Helper, help me please.
I'm in deep doo-doo,
Sinking up to my knees.
The helper man just grinned at me,
And sneered, and snarled, and sneezed.
He said, "I can't help you.
You're In Deep doo-doo!"

Chorus: ?
You're in doo-doo! Deep, deep doo-doo!
You're in doo-doo! Deep, deep doo-doo!

I tried to get a lawyer.
I said, "Will ya' take my case?
I stole money from the mob.
I've been running from the police."
The lawyer man just laughed at me,
And smiled, and smoked, and schmoozed.
He said, "I can't help you.
You're In Deep doo-doo!"

I prayed to God that very night!
I said, "Can a' save my soul?
I've got myself between a rock and a hard place in a hole"
I thought I saw a light come on.
I thought I saw Jesus' face.
Then I heard that light click out,
And I was alone in this place.
Then I heard a Godly voice,
Say, "Only God can help you.
You're In Deep doo-doo!"

I testified to congress.
I swore all over the place.
I gave up everybody that I knew,
And joined the human rat race.
Well they arrested Little Joe,
And Big Jim, The Geek,
And a couple of other little guys,
And the mob was inherited by the meek.
And when it was all over,
I said, "Is there a protection program you can put me into?"
They said, "Naw, son. We're done with you now.
We got better things to do.
You're In Deep doo-doo."

So I prayed to God,
Again that night.
I begged him, "Please save my soul!"
I've got myself between a rock and a hard place in a hole!"
I saw a light come on again.
I saw Jesus' face.
He said, "Come on up here son.
I think we've found a place."

I met a travelin' preacher man.
He was driving in a Cadillac.
He had a choir of colored girls,
Singing in the back.
I explained to him all my sins,
All the things I do,
How God had rejected me,
And was there anything he could do?
The preacher man just rolled his eyes,
Prayed and testified,
"But," he said, "I can't help you.
You're In Deep doo-doo!"

And the choir girls sang,
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo.
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo-oo-Oo-oo-oo.
Deep doo-doo.

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You're In Deep © 1994 by Gary E. Andrews
All Rights Reserved For The Globe

I don't know what inspired this. Four young black men picked me up hitchhiking in Nashville, Tennessee in 1968, in a convertible. I always think of them when I sing it. But I don't know where the song comes from.