For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

Hold me down, hold me down Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Sneaking out the back door,

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own (Mama may have, Papa may have) (But God bless the child that's got his own) Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't