(Powell, Turner, Upton, Turner)

I didn't know what day it was that day,
Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray.
Looked at myself, and all that I could say Was,"I
think I see the errors of my way". There in the
glass there was something caught my eye, Although
I try through my sighing not to cry. See where I
am, and what I try to say, Just so I'll look at
the errors of my way. Guess I got no one around to
pull me through. I just need someone to turn to,
yes, I do. Doin' my best just to change my
yesterday, Then I won't have no more errors of my
way.