Ive 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 Ive got you to see me through
Yeah, Ive got you, oh, to chase my blues
Ive got you to ease my pain
Yeah, Ive got you, girl, to keep me sane
So let em do what they want to do
Cause it dont matter, long as I got you
Ive got the landlord breathing down my neck for rent
Oh, he dont give a damn about my kids or where the money was spent
And after all those years of payin union dues
It sure didnt 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 wont be going in my tank
Hey, I know I might seem near dead
But honey, I think I might just get well
Cause Ive got you to see me through
Yeah, Ive got you, oh, to chase my blues
Ive got you to ease my pain
Honey, Ive got you, oh, to keep me sane
So let em do what they want to do
Cause it dont matter, long as I got you
Yeah, let em go right ahead and sue
Cause it dont matter, long as I got you