Nobody but You - James Taylor

Everybody knows that I’m just a Joe that likes to hang around

Talking 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

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’re going to do with folks like that?

You can talk about bands of angels

And they 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 enough have been good to me

You come on talkin' about angel bands

And they 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

Someone has been good to me

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, say nobody, nobody but you

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

Hey nobody, nobody