I’ll Get Along – Ann Peebles

Oh yeah… I’ll get along

The hill is hard to climb
The road get rough and rugged
Make me wish that I
Was back in my bucket

But I’ll get along
I’ll get along
I’ll get along, I’ll get along
You know I will
‘Cause if a dog in a street
Can find his-self a bone
I’ll get along
Yeah, I’ll get along

Now loving you, baby
Made me a poor choser
You can bet your life this time
I won’t be no two-time loser

I’ll get along
I’ll get along
I’ll get along, I’ll get along
You know I will
‘Cause if a dog in the street
Can find his-self a bone
I’ll get along
I’ll get along, yeah

(I’ll get along
Get along without you, baby)
Yeah
(I’ll get along
Get along without you, baby)

Said you wanna leave me
Said you wanna be free
And do whatever you please
It matter less to me

I’ll get along
I’ll get along
Get along, I’ll get along
Yes I will
‘Cause if a dog in the street
Can find his-self a bone
I’ll get along
I’ll get along, baby

I’ll get along without you, baby
I’ll get along
Hill get hard to climb sometimes
I’ll get along