I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within

I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Lyrics for today were contributed by Duncan Kinney, recent j-school grad, lover of all networking events, curator of yycblogs and firm believer that The Big Lebowski could achieve world peace. Duncan, this three minutes and twenty-six seconds of Kenny Rogers is for you!