Story Behind the Song
The title says it all: when one discovers that he/she is on a downward spiral to self-destruction and feels helpless to stop it despite that knowledge. It's about being down and out, the epitome of traditional blues lyrical subject matter.
Lyrics
Out Of Control
Hard way to roll,
When you think you've lost control,
And I can't help it, baby,
I'm all heart and soul,
And I think they're coming for me,
'Cause I'm out of control.
From high to low,
Passed out on the floor,
And I can't tell you, baby,
What I'm crying for.
Oh, please Jesus, won't you come for me,
'Cause I'm out of control.
Fine way to fold,
When you don't know what cards you hold,
And I can't see it, baby,
But I know I've been told.
Do you think there's hope for me,
Or am I out of control?
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