| Song | Lady Day and John Coltrane |
| Artist | Gil Scott-Heron |
| Album | Soul Jazz Sessions |
| Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do-- | |
| Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- | |
| Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- | |
| And if you don't get help quick you won't make it through the day-- | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ‘cause they'll | |
| They'll wash your troubles | |
| Your troubles your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes-- | |
| No beginning there ain't no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it's | |
| All because they're so afraid to say that they're alone-- | |
| Until our hero rides in, rides in on his saxophone. | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ‘cause they'll, | |
| They'll wash your troubles, | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do-- | |
| Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- | |
| Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- | |
| And if you don't get help quick you won't make it through the day-- | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ‘cause they'll, | |
| They'll wash your troubles, | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away... | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles... |
| Ever feel kinda down and out, you don' t know just what to do | |
| Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through | |
| Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you' ve lost your way | |
| And if you don' t get help quick you won' t make it through the day | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ' cause they' ll | |
| They' ll wash your troubles | |
| Your troubles your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes | |
| No beginning there ain' t no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it' s | |
| All because they' re so afraid to say that they' re alone | |
| Until our hero rides in, rides in on his saxophone. | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ' cause they' ll, | |
| They' ll wash your troubles, | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Ever feel kinda down and out, you don' t know just what to do | |
| Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through | |
| Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you' ve lost your way | |
| And if you don' t get help quick you won' t make it through the day | |
| Could you call on Lady Day, | |
| Could you call on John Coltrane | |
| Now ' cause they' ll, | |
| They' ll wash your troubles, | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away! | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles away... | |
| Your troubles, your troubles | |
| Your troubles... |