Lyrics:

Sitting on the front porch with my sweet Marilade Working out expenses no honest man can pay One is from the landlord; the bank done Sent me two As for me, I know down deep what I got to do Famine or feast, I'm on my knees Looking for the answers to things I can't see Times of jubilation waiting for release Time we all pray to the Lord--famine or feast Things have happened lately; car is in the shop Riding on the cross-town; almost at the stop Staring out the window into the night outside I have to tell you honest, I sat right There and cried You may say, time to Pray is every now