I Got You

I've had to buy back damn near everything I own

From a little man whose name is Saul

And has a lot of money to loan

I drive a beat up '67 Chevrolet

With a torn up seat

That pokes a brand new hole in my back near every day

I got a letter from the folks over at Bell

Just to let me know my next phone call

I could walk outside and yell

Hey, I know my life seems a mess

But honey, things to me still look real swell

'Cause I've got you to see me through

Yeah, I've got you, oh, to chase my blues

I've got you to ease my pain

Yeah, I've got you, girl, to keep me sane

So let 'em do what they want to do

'Cause it don't matter, long as I got you

I've got the landlord breathing down my neck for rent

Oh, he don't give a damn about my kids or where the money was spent

And after all those years of payin' union dues

It sure didn't seem to count for much when we got our layoff news

I got a note from the man over at the bank

Said the next ten gallons of gas I buy won't be going in my tank

Hey, I know I might seem near dead

But honey, I think I might just get well

'Cause I've got you to see me through

Yeah, I've got you, oh, to chase my blues

I've got you to ease my pain

Honey, I've got you, oh, to keep me sane

So let 'em do what they want to do

'Cause it don't matter, long as I got you

Yeah, let 'em go right ahead and sue

'Cause it don't matter, long as I got you