Well I'm smokin' like a chimney
And I'm workin' like a mule
But I've been spendin' all my money
On my druggin' like a fool

And I'm feelin' oh so weary
Well, I've been feelin' oh so tired
Well, you could speak to me of troubles
You'd be preachin' to the choir
To the choir
To the choir

Well, I've come to terms; I've got a problem
And that is one thing I know for sure
And would I really get to thinkin'
Well, I'd rather leave my thoughts at the door

And I've been told that I'm unhealthy
And that my circumstance is dire
Well, you could speak to me of troubles
But you'd be preachin' to the choir
To the choir
To the choir

And I can't help but to feel helpless
I am shackled to my lies
It's got its grip on my spirit
On my body, on my mind
Mary Jane, she is my friend
And of her, I never tire
Well, you could speak to me of troubles
But you'd be preachin to the choir