Quicksand

(albüm: Across 110th Street - 1972)

Can't you see You're in quicksand!
It's gonna take more than a hand to pull you out
It's like roaming crawling on dry land
You keep sinking deeper, deeper!
And the more you're tryina' fight, you keep getting weaker

There's only one way to do right
Is to leave it all alone
Anything ones have, it won't come easy
And if it do, boy pass it on!

You're in quicksand!
It's gonna take more than a man to pull you out (Oh, yeah)
You keep sinking deeper, deeper!
And the more you're try to fight, you keep getting weaker

There's only one way to do right
Is to leave leave it all alone
Anything ones have, it won't come easy
And if it do, you'd better pass it on

(Awh!) Quicksand!
(Ooh!) You're in Quicksand!
That's something quicksand!
(Ooo Oooh!) Quicksand!

(Hey!)

(Oh!) Boy, you've got yourself in a world of trouble
Trou-ble... (Yeah!...)