paroles de chanson The Jungle (original raw version) - B.B. King

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
They 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 go 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