Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my things Don't wanna hear you fussin' If it is, or if it ain't If it is, or if it ain't And my life needs no witness And my burden is my own My burden is my own I'm in, I'm out, and I'm gone You gotta answer to somebody You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn, then you didn't read Gonna live with it, gotta live with it, yeah What's a man to do, what's a man to do Gotta answer to somebody Answer to somebody Gotta answer, answer, yeah And I'm in, I'm out, and I'm gone The death row preacher Came through the back door to greet her Hardly can blame her For trusting a one-armed lion-tamer She stepped in from a storm As dry as a bone The preacher thought to himself He never takes care of his own She said look what your prayers Look what they've done to me What can your prayers do for me? Preacher said, careful talking to yourself Cause you may be listening Careful talking to yourself Cause you may be listening I'm in, I'm out, and I'm gone