Text: Dwight Yoakam. 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 lotta money to loan
I drove a beat up '67 Chevrolet
With a torn up seam pokes 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'd 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, chase my blues
I've got you to ease my pain
Yeah, I've got you, girl to keep me sane
So let them do what they want to do
'Cause it don't matter long as I've 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
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 them do what they want to do
'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you
Yeah, let them go right ahead and sue
'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you