Got To Give It Up
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar
He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his bottle drinking alcohol
Got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write
I put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right
Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
But in the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've been messing with the heavy stuff
And for a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Drunk don't take you far
Tell my mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, (you know what I'm talkin' 'bout) I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, (give it up) I've got to give it up
That stuff (oh yeah)
I've got to give it up, that stuff
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar
He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his bottle drinking alcohol
Got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write
I put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right
Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
But in the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've been messing with the heavy stuff
And for a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Drunk don't take you far
Tell my mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, (you know what I'm talkin' 'bout) I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up, (give it up) I've got to give it up
That stuff (oh yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Parris Lynott, William Scott Gorham
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