Nobody But You

Everybody knows that I'm just a Joe
That likes to hang around
Talkin' about my problems
Bringing other people down
Well, this may be so, but not long ago
I was sitting on the top of the world
Sure is strange how things can turn themselves around on me

When I'm in need of a little bit of consultation
Used to call on my Uncle John
I took a trip down to West Virginia
Found him dead and gone
And as some sort of silly little consolation
They gave me my ticket back
What you gonna do with folks like that?

You can talk about band of angels
And you think you come with your soul in your hands
To set their children free
But you talk about little bit of understanding
Things that happen day to day
Some of you folks sure 'nough have been good to me

You come on talkin' 'bout angel bands
You think that you come with your soul in your hands
Just to set their children free
But you talk about a little bit of understanding
Things that happen day to day
Someone has been good to me, yeah

Nobody but you, nobody but you
Nobody but you, nobody but you
Nobody but you, nobody but you
Nobody but you, nobody but you

Nobody but you
Said nobody, nobody but you
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
No, nobody but you
Said nobody, nobody, nobody but you