One Way Out (Live at the Fillmore East, 1971)

Ain't but one way out, baby
Lord, I just can't go out that door
Ain't but one way out, baby
And Lord, I just can't go out that door
'Cause there's a man down there
Might be your man, I don't know

Lord, you got me trapped a woman
Up on the second floor
If I get by this time, I won't be trapped no more
So raise your window, baby, I can ease out soft and slow
And Lord, your neighbors, no, they won't be
Talking that stuff that they don't know

Lord
Alright, put your hands together

Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place
I know some man gonna walk in and take my place
Ain't no way in the world
I'm going out that front door
'Cause there's a man down there
Might be your man, I don't know

'Cause there's a man down there
Might be your man, I don't know
'Cause there's a man down there
Lord, it just might happen to be your man

Oh, it just a might be your man, mmm
Lord, it just might be your man
Oh baby, I just don't know

Oh, you tell me