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

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

How you do it, how you do it to me About the way you work my body (work my body) But I just gotta tell somebody (tell somebody) Yeah and I know I shouldn't kiss and tell About the way you do my body babe How you work it, how you work it for me Hair

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

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

Double vision Somebody help me, somebody help me now Somebody help me out 'Cause I'm in love with these two women And my heart ain't tryna listen 'Cause I just can't keep up with 'em But I gotta make a decision Got both of 'em on my mind

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

Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my saints Don't wanna hear you fussing If it is or if it ain't My life needs no witness And my burden is my own You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn then you didn't read Gotta live with it

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

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,