Choose Again Lyrics

Bishop Allen

Oh, my son, you're a sorry sight, choose again

Heaven ain't got no place for me
But there's plenty of beds in hell
If you ask me how I'm doing
Not so well

Down with every symptom
Cherish every cough
And if you pass me that old bottle, I'll polish it off

And if, at first, you don't choose right, choose again
Oh, my son, you're a sorry sight, choose again
And if, at first, you don't choose right, choose again
All your troubles will hold you tight, choose again