B. B. King - The Jungle текст песни

I may go and move to the jungle now
Way out in the woods
Yes, i think i'll move to the jungle people
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Well, i ain't doin' myself no good

I work hard everyday
From monday to friday night
The wages that they pay me
I swear that they're very light
The take out a little for the state
A little more for uncle sam
How can i ever catch up
And get myself out of this jam
Yes, i think i'll move to the jungle
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Well, i ain't doin' myself no good

I go to town on saturday
Just to pay my bills
I better make it early
Or the collector will come where i live
I got to church on a sunday
I get on my knees to pray
Preacher takes up collection
And say brother what will you pay
I think i'll move to the jungle
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Well, i ain't doin' myself no good