Well I'm smokin' like a chimney And I'm workin' like a mule I've been spendin' all my money On my druggin' Like a fool And I'm feelin' oh so weary I've been feelin' oh so tired You could speak to me of troubles But you'd be preachin' to the choir To the choir To the choir I've come to terms, I've got a problem And that is one thing I know for sure But when I really get to thinkin' Well, I'd rather leave My thoughts at the door And I've been told that I'm unhealthy That my circumstance is dire You could speak to me of troubles But you'd be preachin' to the choir To the choir To the choir Well I can't help but to feel helpless I am shackled to my vice 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 You could speak to me of troubles But you'd be preachin' to the choir