Nobody But You Lyrics - Singles - Taylor James

James Taylor 

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