Down Boy

No fame, all there is
All there was on the second lady
Can't take a cent, take a cut
Of that kind of ranI'll stand, kind of pushed
Kind of bent on this heavy land
I'll stand for the sake of my friend
I will see him thereDown, down
Count me down, down
Down boy, down
Count me down
Down boy, down boy
Down boy, downThe same not begin
Not give up in a better way
Again, washed the stain off his bed
Not to split him upI'll stand for the sake of my friend
I will see him there
Well, I will see him thereDown, down
Count me down, down
Down boy, down
Count me down
Down boy, down boyDown boy, down
Down count me down
Down, down boy