| I’ve had to buy back damn near everything I own
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| From a little man whose name is Saul
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| And has a lot of money to loan
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| I drive a beat up '67 Chevrolet
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| With a torn up seat
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| That pokes a brand new hole in my back near every day
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| I got a letter from the folks over at Bell
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| Just to let me know my next phone call
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| I could walk outside and yell
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| Hey, I know my life seems a mess
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| But honey, things to me still look real swell
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| 'Cause I’ve got you to see me through
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| Yeah, I’ve got you, oh, to chase my blues
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| I’ve got you to ease my pain
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| Yeah, I’ve got you, girl, to keep me sane
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| So let 'em do what they want to do
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| 'Cause it don’t matter, long as I got you
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| I’ve got the landlord breathing down my neck for rent
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| Oh, he don’t give a damn about my kids or where the money was spent
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| And after all those years of payin' union dues
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| It sure didn’t seem to count for much when we got our layoff news
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| I got a note from the man over at the bank
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| Said the next ten gallons of gas I buy won’t be going in my tank
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| Hey, I know I might seem near dead
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| But honey, I think I might just get well
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| 'Cause I’ve got you to see me through
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| Yeah, I’ve got you, oh, to chase my blues
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| I’ve got you to ease my pain
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| Honey, I’ve got you, oh, to keep me sane
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| So let 'em do what they want to do
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| 'Cause it don’t matter, long as I got you
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| Yeah, let 'em go right ahead and sue
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| 'Cause it don’t matter, long as I got you |