Lyrics
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
I'm the man you got
Like a needle in a groove
The moment when you make your move
A slim chance that's worth a shot
Like a penny in a slot
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man you got
A friendly face coming up the street
Old shoes on tired feet
Like a pistol that's pistol hot
Or something tasty in your pot
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man you got
When some breaks don't go your way
Trouble comes and tries to stay
You're better off with me than not
I'll stick by you when things get hot
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
I'm the man you got
I'm the man you got
Just like the peaches in your tree
Swinging slightly in the breeze
I may not be perfect, but
When I love, I love a lot, and, uh
And I'm the man, mama
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man you got
Yeah
I'm the man, whoo, yeah
I'm the man, uh-huh
I'm the man
I'm the man you got
Here we go now, come on
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
Oh, hey, yeah, whoa, yeah
I'm the man you got