Got To Give It Up (Nassau, 1978)

I've got to give it up

I've got to give it up that stuff

I've got to give it up

I've got to give it up that stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa

That their fine young son didn't get far

He made it to the end of a bottle

Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke

He tried until he nearly choked

In the end he lost his bottle

Drinking alcohol

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and

Put pen to paper but I was frightened

I couldn't seem to get the words out right

Right quite right

Tell my sister I'm sinking slow

Now and then I powder my nose

In the end I lost my bottle

It smashed in a casbah

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

I got to give it up that stuff

I've been messing with the heavy stuff

For a time I couldn't get enough

But I'm waking up and it's wearing off

Junk don't get you far

Tell my mama I'm coming home

In my youth I'm getting older

And I think it's lost control

Mama I'm coming home

Got to give it up

Give it up

Got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

You know what I am talking about

Got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

Got to give it up that stuff

Got to give it up

Give it up

Got to give it up that stuff