You phone me when I'm feeling blue
I fell of a mountain, but I pulled trough
Got too much in my head, I thought that I was dead
But you held my hand instead
So wash me mama, wash me clean
Cause it's a rotten world where I have been
My eyes were poissoned, my soul was blue
I'm leaving trails where I come through
Come on, wash me, wash me mama
Thank God for putting me back on my feet
Oh the sweet devil was playing his tricks on me
So hold my hand, don't ever let go
My heart is bleeding and it's time for you to know
So come on and wash me, wash me momma, momma, momma
'Cause it's a rotten world that I have seen
You phone me when I'm feeling blue
I'm so thankful for someone like you
Someone like you
I'm thankful for some like you