Woke up this mornin', 
The sundown shinin' in.
I found my broken mind, 
In a brown paper bag of Zen.
Tripped on a cloud, 
I fell eight miles high.
Tore my mind upon a jagged sky.
I just dropped in to see what condition, 
My condition was in.
Ah, ah.

Pushed my soul in a
Deep dark hole, followed it in.
Met myself crawlin' out, 
As I was crawlin' in.
I woke up so tight I said, 
"I never will unwind."
Saw too much I broke my mind.
I just dropped in to see what condition, 
My condition was in.
Woh, Lord, Lord, 
What condition my condition was in.

[Whistling chorus.]

Ah, ah, ah-ha.

Somebody painted "April Fool,"
In big black letters on a Dead End sign.
I had my foot in the gas, 
As I left the road and blew out my mind.
Eight miles outta Memphis, 
Lord, I got no spare.
Eight miles straight up, 
Downtown somewhere.
I just dropped in to see what condition, 
My condition was in.
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lawd, 
What condition my condition was in.