Classic Poem

Some people tell me
God takes care of old folks and fools
Some people tell me that
God takes care of old folks and fools
But since I been born
he must have changed his rules

I used to ask a question
then answer that question myself
I used to ask a question
then answer that question myself
'Bout when I was born
wonder was there any more mercy left

Look like here of late
I've been crying both day and night
Look like here of late
I've been crying both day and night
Everybody talks about me
and nobody don't treat me right

You know, until six months ago
I hadn't prayed a prayer since God knows when
Until six months ago, people,
I hadn't prayed a prayer since God knows when
Now I'm asking God every day
to please forgive me for my sin

You know, this must be the Devil I'm serving; I know
it can't be Jesus Christ
This must be the Devil I'm serving
I know it can't be Jesus Christ
'Cause I asked him to save me
and look like he's trying to take my life
Now I got TB's
I got LT's
I got third degrees
And Polk's Disease
My health is gone now
and left me with the sickness blues
People, it don't seem like to me
that God takes care of old folks and fools