I've had to buy back damn near everything I own,
From a little man who's name is Saul and has a lot of money to loan.
I drive a beat up '67 Chevrolet, hey hey,
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 phonecall I can 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 wanna do,
'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you.
Instrumental
verse 2
I've got the landlord breathin' down my neck for rent,
Oh, but 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 10 gallons of gas I buy won't be goin' 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,
Yeah, I've got you, girl to keep me sane.
So let 'em do what they wanna do,
'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you.
Outro
Yeah, let 'em go right ahead and sue,
'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you.