The Bitter End

Lyrics

You know, a job Sometimes might be hard to find We might even have to go downtown Stand in the way of fairline But I'm not worried 'bout it As long as my baby says she understands And tell me that She's gonna stick with me Till the bitter end, till the bitter end Sometimes We might not have food on your table to eat Then again, our little children Might not have shoes on their feet You know, times get hard sometimes But I wouldn't worry 'bout it As long as my baby say I understands And that I'm gonna stick with you Because you're my man Till the bitter end, till the bitter end You know, I wanna tell you 'bout friends Or so called friends, children They'll pretend to be in your corner Until you're down and out And then you know what they'll do? They'll knock you down, flat on your back And let me tell you that when you're flat on your back It's hard to rise up again I wanna tell you a little something that happened to me: My next door neighbour Used to wouldn't even speak Soon as I made it I can't even ride down the street She got both hands up in the air Saying: "there's Mr. Tate Howard" But let me tell you that I'm a living witness this evening That the only one who tries To help me and give me comfort along the way Was my woman, she told me Said, "Howard, it's gotta to get better sooner or later" She stood by me and gave me comfort You know they say behind every successful man There's a woman anyway And I wanna tell you, children That I'm a living witness this evening That my baby, oh yeah Stood by me till the bitter end My baby, oh, my baby Stood by me till the bitter end