Juicy John Pink (live in the USA, Easter 1969)

Well I opened my eyes this morning,
I wasn't at home in bed
There were four angels standin' 'round me
I thought I must be dead
Yeah I opened my eyes this mornin'
Thought I must be dead
There were four angels standin' 'round me
And the room was beaded red

Won't you have mercy
On your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven,
Or hell where I belong
Well

Well the sky began to tremble
The rain began to fall
Four angels standin' 'round me
And it weren't no social call
Yeah, the sky began to tremble
The rain began to fall
Got down on my knees prayin' Lord
But it didn't do no good at all

Won't you have mercy
On your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven,
Or hell where I belong
Well