Git Along

Sitting at the station, on a bright summers day

Watching all the people as they're sitting in the shade

Waiting for the Greyhound, to take them away

But I only got five dollars so I guess I'm a gonna stay

I ain't got no problem just a being where I'm at

Well I guess I could be somewhere else, but I don't care about that

So leave me where I'm sitting, or come and join the song

‘cause no matter what my friends I'm still gonna git along

Oh Lord I'm still gonna git along

Them birds are singing in the trees and the sky is clear and hot

The wind keeps on blowin up big black clouds of exhaust

And I can't think of a better day just to be right where I am

Well I'm satisfied with whichever way the cards are gonna land

I ain't got no one to want me, I ain't got no place to go

I don't need no one to validate the things I think I know

I'm ‘a sit here grinning let that sun come burn my skin

I don't give a damn about the odds ‘cause I know I'm a bound to win