I got nothing I can give you
I got no money in the bank
I got nothing I can give you
I got no money in the bank

I spent down my every dollar
All those years I drank

I got no place I can take you
I got no room to call my own
I got no place I can take you
I got no room to call my own

I've got no landlord or landlady
No, I don't even have a phone
I got no song that I can sing you
I can even stay in tune

Try to tell you that I love you, baby, but I'm howling at the moon
I ain't got no fancy wardrobe
Just this shirt that's on my back
But I know that I can love you, baby
More than any other Jack

(Come over here baby, I got the love, I can make the magic happen)
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