In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

There were times we had it all It doesn't make any sense To know what it's like I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter baby But somebody's gotta do it You're never gonna see it There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen To the pounding,

I traveled the world, and been a lot of places Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? Who's gonna clap that chrome? Nobody like you, somebody like me When death I'm ready for it in

I can get up and face the day Just fine all by myself Go out and take on the world And get it done like nobody else Ohh but I don't do lonely well Baby since you've been gone I leave the TV on Gotta hear somebody's voice I just need some kind of noise

There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

Don't care how long it takes I'm going all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Like a shock to the heart I've got news for you But I'm nobody's fool I ain't nobody's fool I know you think I'm no match for you baby You like being rough on me don't

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Somebody I'm not Being somebody I'm not I spend every day I've got This girl came up to me She go, "How does it feel living the dream? How does it feel living the dream all the time?" She said, "I I gotta have this, wanna be rich I gotta have this, wanna

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my