| Song | A Possible Projection Of The Future |
| Artist | Al Kooper |
| Album | A Possible Projection Of The Future |
| Kooper | |
| God helped Moses so I know he wont let me down | |
| I’m at the bottom of my ladder | |
| And it weren’t no easy way down | |
| All the folks that used to be around me | |
| You wont find em knockin at my door | |
| And you never know who your friends are | |
| Til they don’t come round no more, Lord | |
| My money ran out last evenin’ | |
| My woman she ran out today | |
| And no one gives a **** what I’m singing | |
| Which makes it even harder to say | |
| I’ve worked almost all my lifetime makin music as best I can | |
| But you never know who your friends are | |
| Til they don’t come round again | |
| Now I’m just an old nothin’ with memories of fifty years | |
| I started with The Blues Project | |
| Spent some time with Blood Sweat & Tears | |
| My life was filled with music | |
| My heart was drenched in sound | |
| And if you go see an old movie | |
| You might hear me in the background | |
| These old eyes don't see too good no more | |
| These days they say that I’m deaf | |
| My hands are so soft & wrinkled | |
| So let me play you all that I got left, Oh Lord |
| Kooper | |
| God helped Moses so I know he wont let me down | |
| I' m at the bottom of my ladder | |
| And it weren' t no easy way down | |
| All the folks that used to be around me | |
| You wont find em knockin at my door | |
| And you never know who your friends are | |
| Til they don' t come round no more, Lord | |
| My money ran out last evenin' | |
| My woman she ran out today | |
| And no one gives a what I' m singing | |
| Which makes it even harder to say | |
| I' ve worked almost all my lifetime makin music as best I can | |
| But you never know who your friends are | |
| Til they don' t come round again | |
| Now I' m just an old nothin' with memories of fifty years | |
| I started with The Blues Project | |
| Spent some time with Blood Sweat Tears | |
| My life was filled with music | |
| My heart was drenched in sound | |
| And if you go see an old movie | |
| You might hear me in the background | |
| These old eyes don' t see too good no more | |
| These days they say that I' m deaf | |
| My hands are so soft wrinkled | |
| So let me play you all that I got left, Oh Lord |