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