by Stephen Stills

Feel such misery and I don't know why
Feel so bad I'm surprised I'm not
condemned to die
I never thought that heartbreak
could bring such pain
Guess that's what it's like when you
see different things
And I'm a-lowdown
Get me out of this place
And I'm lowdown
Like a hole in space
And I'm lowdown
Spirit movin' at a dreadful pace
Slowly dyin' I can see it in my face
Sadness and anger all that keeps me goin'
Tired of nothin' but my outsides showin'
And I'm lowdown
Dying embers of a fire
Sputtering tears of a lost desire
Hangin' on to hope that just might be
But I feel like I'm hangin' from a dyin' tree
And I'm lowdown
And I'm lowdown lowdown
Get me out of this place
And I'm lowdown lowdown
Like a hole in space
And I'm lowdown and I'm lowdown

?©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved Used By Permission

Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills
Piano: Mike Finnigan
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Joe Vitale, George (Chocolate) Perry, Mike Finnigan,
Brooks Honeycutt, Verna Richardson, Lisa Roberts
Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
Recorded by Michael Braunstein