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



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