I Believe to My Soul/Ballad of a Thin Man - Ray Charles and His Orchestra/The Animals/Bob Dylan/The Love Sculpture/Donny Hathaway/The Humble Pie/Caterina Caselli/Van Morrison/Albert King

 I Believe to My Soul

One of these days and it won't be long,

You're gonna look for me and I'll be gone

'Cause I believe (I believe, yes, I believe)

I say I believe right now (I believe, yes, I believe)

Well, I believe to my soul now,

Tryin' to make a fool of me (I believe it, I believe it)

Well, you're goin' 'round here with your head so hard,

I think I'm gonna have to use my rod

'Cause I believe (I believe, yes, I believe)

I say I believe right now (I believe, yes, I believe)

Well, I believe to my soul now

Tryin' to make a fool of me (I believe it, I believe it)

Last night you were dreaming and I heard you say

"Oh, Johnny" when you know my name is Ray

That's why I believe right now (I believe, yes, I believe)

I say I believe right now (I believe, yes, I believe)

Whoa, I believe to my soul now

Tryin' to make a fool of me (I believe it)

Ballad of a Thin Man

You walk into the room

With your pencil in your hand

You see somebody naked

And you say, "Who is that man?"

You try so hard

But you don't understand

Just what you'll say

When you get home.

Because something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones

You raise up your head

And you ask, "Is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you and says

"It's his"

And you says, "What's mine?"

And somebody else says, "Where what is?"

And you say, "Oh, my God

Am I here all alone?"

But something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones

You hand in your ticket

And you go watch the geek

Who immediately walks up to you

When he hears you speak

And says, "How does it feel

To be such a freak?"

And you say, "Impossible"

As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones

You have many contacts

Among the lumberjacks

To get you facts

When someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect you

To all give a check

To tax-deductible charity organizations.

You've been with the professors

And they've all liked your looks

With great lawyers you have

Discussed lepers and crooks

You've been through all of

F. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well read

It's well known.

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you

And then he kneels

He crosses himself

And then he clicks his high heels

And without further notice

He asks you how it feels

And he says, "Here is your throat back

Thanks for the loan"

And you know something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones

Now you see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word "NOW"

And you say, "For what reason?"

And he says, "How?"

And you say, "What does this mean?"

And he screams back, "You're a cow

Give me some milk

Or else go home".

Because something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room

Like a camel and then you frown

You put your eyes in your pocket

And your nose on the ground

There ought to be a law

Against you comin' around

You should be made

To wear earphones.

'Cause something is happening

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones