Lyrics:

Woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
Found my mind in a brown paper bag again
Tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
Tore my mind on a jagged sky
And I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and followed it in
Met myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in
I woke up so tight I said I'd never unwind
I saw so much that it broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in

Somebody painted April fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas, when I left the road it blew out my mind
Eight miles out of Memphis, Lord, I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Lord, Lord, Lord, what condition my condition was in
What condition my condition was in