Oh Well (Live at the S.E.R.P.E.N.T Festival)

Can't help about the shape I'm in

I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well

Oh, well

Now when I talked to God, I knew he'd understand

He said, "Stick by me, I'll be your guidin' hand"

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well

Oh, well

Now when I talked to God, I knew he'd understand

He said, "Stick by me, I'll be your guidin' hand"

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well

Thank you