Choose Again - Bishop Allen

Oh, I’ve been down to Memphis

It’s where my family goes to die

And as they all end up there

So shall I

Used my lucky dollar

Struck up my last match

But the old man coming fast enough to catch

And if, at first, you don’t choose right, choose again

Oh, my son, you’re a sorry sight, choose again

Catch me in the movies

Sleeping in my dirty clothes

If you ask me what I’m watching

Who knows

Got me a rich uncle

Can’t ask for a loan

So, I guess I gotta make that money on my own

And if, at first, you don’t choose right, choose again

Oh, my son, you’re a sorry sight, choose again

Heaven ain’t got no place for me

But there’s plenty of beds in hell

If you ask me how I’m doing

Not so well

Down with every symptom

Cherish every cough

And if you pass me that old bottle, I’ll polish it off

And if, at first, you don’t choose right, choose again

Oh, my son, you’re a sorry sight, choose again

And if, at first, you don’t choose right, choose again

All your troubles will hold you tight, choose again