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

 When I'm in need of a little bit of consultation
 Used to call on my Uncle John
 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 bands 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 'nuf have been good to me

 You come on talkin' about 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
 Some one has been good to me, yeh.

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