(Harlan Howard)

While we're drinking our martinis
There's a little child that's starving in Biafra
And the good life that I'm living makes me happy but not blind
I see my neighbors dying
For the freedom that I always took for granted
And the world is weighing heavy on my mind.

As I hold and kiss my woman and caress our healthy children
I feel sympathy
For the lonely souls that search for love but never find
And I wish to God they had the love
And happiness that I've got
For their tears are weighing heavy on my mind.

God, I thank you for my blessin's
And I'll try hard to deserve 'em
And each day I hope I'm better than the day I left behind
But I see the poor and sad Lord
And they're needin' you so bad Lord
Won't you help 'em find the happiness in life you've given mine.

Now I'll give a word of comfort to a stranger
Who is down and need a buddy
And I'll try to be the kind of friend we seek but seldom find
And I'll give a little more than I've received
Of human kindness
For the world is weighing heavy on my mind.

This old world is weighing heavy on my mind...