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