The Jungle - B.B. King
Written by:Riley B. King/ Joe Josea
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 you now
Well I ain't doing 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
I think I'll move to the jungle
Move way out in the woods
Yes because the way things are here now
People I ain't doing 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
And move way out in the woods
Because the way things are here now
People I play ain't doing myself no good