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